Who's ready for some thunder from downunder? I'm a professional, the rest are bloody bludgers Never should've ever gotten out of bed, love You'll find yourself belly-up, BOOM! Headshot! But I'm not done by a longshot yet A strapping handsome rogue, but I'd call ya drop-dead I'll make myself a necklace out of your teeth Cuz I have a plan to kill everyone I meet Crikey! I really make sniping look easy 'Cause I do it politely, with a slight bit of cheeky Bushman's rules: set up camp and wait Till' ys peak your head out, then it's apples mate If you knock on Death's door, I'm the one who answers But unlike my cohorts, I'm the one with standards So hit me with your best shot, I've always been prepared for it I love this job - though my parents never cared for it You'd better call them now and say goodbye This is the spider's palace, and now you are the fly You'll never see me coming, there is nowhere to hide At the time of the kill, I've never felt more alive You've got a rendezvous avec la mort Adieu mon chou, tu vuex mourir encore? Amateur, I will lure you into my web And give this 'strapping rogue' a beautiful death One shot, one kill, movement smooth as silk Merci beaucoup, you've helped to sharpen my skills Now go to sleep, your fate is written I'll haunt your dreams, unless you want me in them The wall behind you, C'est magnifique! The perfect canvas for my masterpiece After every battle, the assassin gets paid Team Fortress peasants - Let them eat cake Welcome to your funeral! Isn't this so tragic? I hope no one asks why we - had to close your casket If there's a code to headshots Then you could say I've cracked it Too bad that my class is always on everybody's blacklist! Honestly, if I had a penny for how many servers I've been banned from I am always gettings salt from my teammates C'est la vie I feel your pain... I still hate ya though I am the sniper who's been updated Beware my sights - you will never escape it My recon visor is the newest tech I can predict your movement, keeping you in check Here's some advice - and later, you'll thank me A venom mine awaits you wherever you flank me Secondary weapon, HA! You can keep it! I can switch to full auto anytime I need it I never get angry, I just get even My aim is steady, and heart barely beatin' My rifle can charge up, twice as fast Quick scoping is the only way you can last Now listen, this is no place for children You Play on the ground, while I'm scaling buildings I know that's a hard concept to grapple Now William-tell-me how you let them apples? I'll make ya dance, ya snotty little nance You're nothing but a show pony, let me see ya prance I don't need equipment, I use instinct You're a glorified wall hack, but I can think! Quickscoping works when I'm dishing out the crits All because I covered you with a jug of piss When I'm bored of bolt-action, my bow will do I'm running out of places to put holes in you When it comes to secondaries - at least I got options Plus a frying pan to give you a bloody drubbin' Here's what you and Jane Austen have in common You're both dead women - no wonder you're rotten Forget about a medic, he's a mercy kill You murdered your own husband - was that a thrill? I'm not a crazed gunman - I've got class and manners Sittin' on the throne like a cozy camper Out in the wild, you have spent some time How often have you had to drink piss in your life? Talk about talent - I've been counting kills All the while, you've honing your survival skills And besides, I've never heard of an aimbot Should be in photography, with all of my great shots C'est vrai, I'll leave a smoking gun But by the time you've found me, the job is already done All this time I've been waiting, and patience is a weapon Careful which window you choose to stick your head in You need your team, because you're weak and slow When I'm widow-making, I'll be working alone So call your parents, and tell them you love them They hate your profession but it won't be a problem Soon in time, they'll be smiling wider When you tell them you're about to retire You won't be making any widows today Have Yourself a jarate - it's just fresh lemonade And mind that little red dot on your forehead Not your goggles love, that one means 'You're dead' Anytime you fire, I can follow the trail You ought to spend time out of doors, you're looking pale If you want to build me confidence, it might work You're making this so easy, I'm gettin' worse If we're talking crackshots, I've authored the novel If you want, step right up, I'll give you a gob-full Bloody hell! You're awful, all tech and no talent A wasted investment by the terrorists at Talon Technically I'm a kiwi, still an Aussie bloke If you come to the outback, bring along your folks So you can all line up for a headshot conga Take notes - Amelie, I've been around a lot longer Welcome to your funeral! Isn't this so tragic? I hope no one asks why we - had to close your casket If there's a code to headshots Then you could say I've cracked it Too bad that my class is always on everybody's blacklist!