This is a song about "Counter strike global offensive"

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

They on my ass like a center make them take a hike

I try to be the guy, you think about

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

I'll strike you like a lightening glow

I see'em grillin, i ate it though