Cooller which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy nickname,
Thy QL2.0 come,
Thy will be done in earth,
as it is in heaven of esports.
Give us this day our daily Quake,
Forgive us our camping,
As we forgive those, who camp against us,
And lead us not into bad situations,
But deliver us from spawnrape,
For yours is the Railgun,
The Shaft and the Quad Damage,
For ever.
Amen
Now there was a day when the sons of Cooller came to present themselves before the MASTER, and Evil came also among them. And the MASTER said unto Evil, whence comest though? Then Evil answered the MASTER, and said, from going to and fro in the ZTN, and from walking up and down in it.
I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal
There's rules to this shit, MassMan wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your flags pushed back
Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know
How much armor you hold cause you know
The red breed jealousy 'specially
If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
Number 2: never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know Quads move in silence and violence?
Take it from your highness
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number 3: never trust nobody
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Green Keeled and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
Number 4: I know you heard this before
"Always get high on your health supply"
Number 5: never sell no flag where you rest at
I don't care if EFC want a pounce, tell 'em bounce!
Number 6: looking for help on reddit? Dead it
You think a crackhead helpiing you back, shit son forget it!
7: this rule is so underrated
Keep your team and enemy colours separated
Red and Green don't mix like 2 dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number 8: never keep all the guns on you!
Your mates can squeeze those cells, and can kill too
Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me:
If you ain't gettin' good stay the fuck from ESReality
If niggas think you bitchin' they ain't trying to listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
Number 10: a strong word called "timing"
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got a timer, say "hell no!"
Cause they gon' want they that quad rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad frags to break up
If not, 24 years on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your framerates shake up