DiaVaiD

Hardcore/Sweaty gamer. You are either a DiirtyyDave or a pin head Larry. 
His palms are sweaty, wrist weak, controller heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, gfuel spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to clutch
But he keeps on forgetting that he left bomb in spawn , the back seat gamer goes so loud
He pulls the trigger but the bullets won’t come out 
He’s choking how, everybody’s eating now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, bloah!
Snap back to spawn
Oh, there goes John
Oh, there goes Dirty, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up easy, no
He won’t have it, he knows his whole back is to these ropes
It don’t matter, he’s diamond
He knows that but aims like a copper 
He’s so stagnant, he knows when goes back to his mom's basement, that’s when it’s 
Back to the grind again, yo
unfinished