Lights Out

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Yeah we loaded into Oregon, Bryson think he big and bold,

First game we weren’t warmed up, they got lucky — truth be told.

Score was two to four, they cheered like they just took the crown,

Franklin yelling “EZ GAME!” while barely hitting half his rounds.

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But when Todd and Jackson heat up, boy you know it’s lights out,

Two games back-to-back we took, left ’em stunned without a doubt.

Scoreboard speaking loud and clear, no excuses, no debate—

4–1, 6–4 — yeah we packed ’em up, send ’em home late.

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Second game we activated, turned the map into a joke,

Bryson peeking every angle — pop! — vanish in a puff of smoke.

Franklin tried to crouch walk in, man looked like a lost kid,

Todd wiped him in three bullets, man don’t ask what Franklin did.

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’Cause when Todd and Jackson heat up, man it’s looking real unfair,

They were playing like some pros, Bryson gasping for some air.

4–1, that was light work, barely even had to try,

Bro was blaming “lag” and “ping” while watching killcams with a sigh.

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Game three we were clowning, making jokes mid-round and chill,

Jackson tapped Bryson so fast dude thought his game froze still.

Franklin tried a sneaky flank, Todd read it like a bedtime story,

Sent him back to spawn again — zero chance of finding glory.

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6–4 was the closer, but trust me that ain’t the truth,

We were trolling half the match — they got carried by pure spoof.

Series ended 2–1, scoreboard shining crystal clean,

Todd and Jackson ran the map — Bryson, Franklin, wiped the scene.