TrashRooster

In the lobby, there's a legend, but not in a good way They call him EvilRooster, watch him go astray With a K/D ratio that's downright sad Even the noobs laugh, oh it's so bad Running in circles, shooting at the ground Always gets lost, never gets found Camping in the corner, thinking he's slick But when he pops out, it's always too quick EvilRooster, oh what a sight Can't hit a target, no matter how he might Trash talker with no skill to back In Call of Duty, he's got no knack He's got the best gear, but it's all for show Prestige level high, but his skills are low Throwing grenades, they bounce right back Friendly fire, oh no, it's an attack Running in circles, shooting at the ground Always gets lost, never gets found Camping in the corner, thinking he's slick But when he pops out, it's always too quick EvilRooster, oh what a sight Can't hit a target, no matter how he might Trash talker with no skill to back In Call of Duty, he's got no knack But in the end, we all have to say EvilRooster keeps coming back to play With a heart full of fire and a will so strong Even if his aim is always wrong EvilRooster, oh what a sight Can't hit a target, no matter how he might Trash talker with no skill to back In Call of Duty, he's got no knack So here's to EvilRooster, keep trying, don't quit One day you'll get there, bit by bit Until then, we'll watch and we'll cheer For the funniest player we hold dear