Pistol round, CT's are have-nots.
T's storm the round with glocks.
No empty gear slots,
How many shots fired? Lots!

CT's running down clocks,
T's rockin AWPS,
One shot drops,
deagle head shots.

Bullets zippin, bodies slippin,
Blood drippin, Kevlar rippin.
Terrorists are killin,
So Swat is dippin.

Forced to buy UMP's
Shotguns with pumps
Leavin chumps in the dumps,
Hunched over bodies slump.

Terrorist Won,
game is over and done.
Rank up,
Master Gaurdian One.