[Verse 1]
Loadouts laid out, lets begin,
armed with the meta, we jump in.
Laumi holds emerald that glows at night,
classic arc painting, circles of light.
Across the table: that Raygun Mark 2,
burst shot, 3 times, goes right through
Klemm nods once, it is true,
ice in his pulse when the Staff turns blue.
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it’s not top every fight,
but it lights up the darkest night.
Laugh if you want, he won’t let go;
when the room goes black, that’s the beam he knows.
[Chorus]
He’s a Ray Gun apologist,
hands on the glow in the mist.
When the crowd leans in and the windows cry,
he calms the chaos with a lullaby.
[Verse 2]
Person loves the Mark 2, keeps it clean,
kills a train with a three-shot gleam.
Klemm takes the knife but when storms get rough,
he tends to take the Ice Staff.
Some nights the Beamsmasher is on fleek,
some nights the DG-2 is what we need;
we mix and we match, but the truth stays seen,
Laumis green spark still steadies the scene.
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it’s not meta, maybe it is,
maybe a vow cuts sharper than fizz.
Say it’s outdated, call it a sin,
green in the fog and we’re breathing again.
[Chorus — Final]
He’s a Ray Gun apologist,
hands on the glow in the mist.
When the night roars back and the walls turn blue,
one clean arc and we’re breaking through.