His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's -500mmr on his dota profile already, Gaben's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
To drop sunstrikes, but he keeps on forgetting
That he has russian teammates, the voice chat goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but russian words won't come out
He's chokin', how? Everybody's throwing now
The clock's run out, time's up, over -25 mmr, blaow

God Dota 2 Player. The best. When he doesn't play the game.

Dear Ungur, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the Romanian post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, ♥♥♥♥ it, what's been up? Man how's your Kurtos?
My Cow is pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a vegan.
If I have a Kurtos, guess what I'm a call her?
I'ma name her Kurtos.
I read about your disfunctional errection too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some ♥♥♥♥♥ who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground Boia sales that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the ♥♥♥♥ you did with Plimob too, that ♥♥♥♥ was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Mitza Bulan

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