Ragging Noobs - Auto-lose (EGO DISS)

[Intro] (Beat kicks in—dark, heavy bass with a sinister string loop) (Lighter flickers, deep exhale) Wait, hold up. What’s this kid calling himself today? Black Lotus? Nah, that was last week. Now he goes by "EGO"? (Laughs) Yeah, an ego the size of a blimp with the skills of a bot. Let’s talk about it. [Verse 1] You change your gamertag like you’re changing a dirty diaper, A toxic keyboard warrior, a terrible little sniper. You used to be "Black Lotus," a delicate withered flower, Now you go by "EGO," sitting dead in spawn for an hour! Identity crisis, your whole existence is lifeless, You switch your alias hoping your enemy's blind to this. But we know it’s you, bro, the stench is identical, Your gameplay’s a joke and your aim is nonsensical. You rage in the comms, spitting venom and deep hostility, But your mechanical skill is a glaring disability! Screaming at the monitor, throwing a little tantrum, But nobody can hear you spit your miserable anthem. You’re permanently muted, completely excluded, A low-skill parasite that the server polluted! You think you’re intimidating? You’re just a nuisance, A walking advertisement for dropping out of human evolution. [Chorus] EGO in the lobby? Man, it’s an auto-lose! Doesn't matter what you play, doesn't matter what you choose. Boot up some Dota? (Auto-lose!) Drop in CS2? (Auto-lose!) Pick a brand-new game? Bro, you're genetically born to lose! You change your little name but you’re bringing the same shame, The only way we win is if you uninstall the game! [Verse 2] Now listen— You sit up in Discord trying to act like a head coach, I flip the server lights on, watch you scatter, cockroach! Preaching all this strategy, giving out your advice, While you’re feeding bottom lane and getting sacrificed twice. You think you’re Pep Guardiola of the minimap, But every single call you make is dragging us into a trap. Let’s talk about Dota—you’re a legendary feeder, A hard-stuck herald and a bottom-tier bleeder. You blame the support, you blame the whole draft, While the enemy team is just doing the math and they laugh! Then you rage-quit, switch over, boot up CS2, And prove that ballistic physics are too complicated for you. You flashbang your team, you drop the bomb in the open, Your crosshair is shaking, your confidence broken. Blaming the tick-rate, blaming the lag and the ping, But the reality is, EGO, you’re terrible at everything. [Chorus] EGO in the lobby? Man, it’s an auto-lose! Doesn't matter what you play, doesn't matter what you choose. Boot up some Dota? (Auto-lose!) Drop in CS2? (Auto-lose!) Pick a brand-new game? Bro, you're genetically born to lose! You change your little name but you’re bringing the same shame, The only way we win is if you uninstall the game! [Bridge] (Beat slows down, gets more menacing) Anything you touch turns to ash. You’re the King Midas of absolute trash. You can call yourself Lotus, you can call yourself EGO, But wherever the L is, that’s exactly where he go. You're a mute-button magnet. A toxic infection. A walking, talking, breathing glitch in the connection. [Verse 3] So keep changing your name, keep running and hiding, Keep sliding down ranks while your ego's colliding. You ain't a teacher, you ain't a pro, you ain't a threat, You're just the heaviest backpack this squad has ever met. Cockroach mentality, scurrying back to the queue, But the entire community is sick of carrying you. [Outro] Yeah. Auto-lose. That should be your next name. Just change it to Auto-Lose. It saves us the time of checking your stats. Black Lotus... EGO... what's next? "CarriedByTeam"? Stay muted, kid. We're queueing without you. (Sound of a Discord disconnect chime) (Beat fades out)