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번역 관련 문제 보고
In Rocket League, you think you're grand,
With all your taunts, your voice so loud,
But every match, you miss the ball,
And yet you stand so proud.
Your chat is filled with petty boasts,
You call us names and mock our play,
But when it comes to scoring goals,
You’re nowhere near the fray.
Your words are sharp, your skills are not,
You brag, you flame, you sneer, you shout,
But when the final score is shown,
It’s clear you’ve been shut out.
So next time when you start to type,
And think you’ve got us beat,
Remember, skill is what you lack—
And actions talk, not tweets.