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Verse 1 Drop in—parachute smoke, neon sky, we swarm, Two-thumb kings on a mission, night turns to war, Sticks and sprays, frag out—map’s ours to perform, Ping the roof, flashbang bloom, match breaks the norm. I’m MWD—marker on your head, name in red, Ammo taste like thunder, every step you dread, Slide, recoil, double-jump, leave your squad for dead, Micro-clip, macro-win, pocket’s full of cred.

Grenade Cooking: Timing your throws so they explode exactly when they reach the enemy. mini-militia-mwd-fry-fayr