GGG Nerfed My Pie Build

Yo, this one’s for Wraeclast, where the grind don’t stop… but my pies did. Let’s go.

I was killin’ the game, yeah, my pies were insane,
Crit chains hittin’ harder than a freight train.
Sweet crust on the rise, cherry bombs in the skies,
Then GGG came and nerfed my life in disguise.

They rewrote the rules, man, they tightened the screws,
Took my dough, took my crits, now I’m singin’ the blues.
Yo, I’m sittin’ in my hideout, wonderin’ why,
They’d nerf a pastry chef, man, I just baked pies!

Crafted my gear with precision, exalted the grind,
Toppings so fresh they’d blow your mind.
But the patch notes dropped, yo, the balance was blind,
They nerfed my build, left my dreams confined.

Now I’m rage-quit spinnin’, my energy’s missin’,
Pies in the oven but they won’t start crispin’.
Grinding Gear’s vision? Yeah, they call it ambition,
But they turned my top-tier into an impossible mission.

Yo, they nerfed my flasks, gutted my skill tree,
Made a pie-slingin’ legend feel like debris.
I’m out here, no mana, no toppings, no cheese,
Just a crustless exile, beggin’, “GGG, please!”

I tried a new build, like a savory dish,
Thought I’d quiche my way back, but they nerfed that wish.
Every topping I’d crafted, every crumb dismissed,
Now I’m walkin’ Wraeclast with a pie-less fist.

GGG, you nerfed my soul,
Took my pies and my power, left a gaping hole.
No crit, no blast, no control,
Now I’m just an exile, payin’ the toll.

They said “everything’s nerfed,” yo, I should’ve known,
The grind is eternal, but the buffs are postponed.
Grinding Gear Games, yeah, you rule the throne,
But you left me in Wraeclast, broken and alone.

Now I’m done, y’all can keep your crumbs.

Dude can't rhyme, dude just used ChatGPT to write some verse.