Fat Fortnite Fail

Intro

Yeah, listen up, (come, come to me)

I got a story to tell, 'bout a guy, so tragically (oh-oh)

Kiavash, the king of McDonald's, 24/7, he's on the grind (da da da)

But not on his skills, just on his waistline, all the time (wham-bam)

Verse

He's a master of Fortnite, or so he claims (watching)

But all he does is waste his mats, and still, he's got the same (let me be, be)

Lousy aim, lousy game, he's just a joke, a shame (na-na)

He grinds all day, but his skills don't change (yeah, yeah)

He's still trash, still whack, still can't even get a win (heyi ya)

And when he kicks a football, it's a funny sight (oh-oh)

Goes higher than his Food God, what a pitiful sight (da da da)

Chorus

Kiavash, Kiavash, the fat Fortnite fail (go, go)

Kiavash, Kiavash, can't even kick a ball, what a frail (wham-bam)

He's a laughing stock, a joke, a mess (yeah, yeah)

Kiavash, Kiavash, we're all impressed (not)

Verse

He's got a stomach that's bigger than his brain (uh-huh)

And his skills are smaller than his appetite, what a shame (let me be, be)

He's a one-man show, a circus, a freak (na-na)

He's got the skills of a noob, and the diet of a geek (yeah, yeah)

He's a waste of space, a waste of time (heyi ya)

And when he plays Fortnite, it's always a crime (oh-oh)

He's a master of nothing, just a king of the throne (da da da)

At McDonald's, where he sits, all alone (wham-bam)