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San Francisco, California, United States



One tap to the dome, whole squad dismissed,
Crosshair steady, no jitters on the wrist,
He the type to turn eco rounds into a wish list.
Map dusted — Mirage, Inferno, Nuke,
Plant the bomb, he movin’ smooth like a fluke,
Flashbang hit, now the lobby go mute,
He don’t camp corners, he owns every route.
Zesty Zeke — he don’t play, he predict,
You peek mid-doors, that’s an instant click,
He talk in callouts, live in comms like a freak,
Whole team yellin’ — “Let’s go, Zesty Zeke!”
Zesty Zeke, the legend, the man,
Boost in hand, he’s got a plan.
In Rocket League he soars with flair,
Flips and flicks fly through the air.
Octane shining, turbo blaze,
Ceiling shots that leave amaze.
Every match, he brings the spice —
His plays are hot, his aim precise.
Then Counter-Strike, his second home,
Smoke, flash, peek — he’s in the zone.
Headshots crisp, no time to rest,
Defuse in five? He loves the test.
He’s got the zest, he’s got the style,
Gaming hard with that trademark smile.
Whether rockets fly or AWP shots seek —
There’s only one — the Zesty Zeke.