[Intro — whispered → yell] (whisper) Google Stone… (yeah, yeah) [BREATH] LET’S GO! (YO YO!) On the hunt for the Google Stone, Windmill squatters — smells like home. Feire’s knock-knock — door goes slam, Drip like hobo — VIP, damn. Up the stairs — CRASH, wood snaps, Oleg heavy? (Maybe) no maps. Two goons stare — I skip the talk, BAM! WHACK! — they forget how to [Chorus] (gang chant + echo) BAM! WHACK! — bodies hit the floor! (—floor!) ZAP! SLASH! — resurrect once more! (—more!) Break it — fix it — break it HARDCORE! Google Stone gang — settlin’ the score! Tried Fullmetal — alchemy flex, Brought him back — skin’s a wreck. Peelin’ like fruit — stab, retry, Still not him — “welp, worth a try.” He limps with us — trades Ward crawl, Booze or trouble — we risk it all. Skip the Ward — sewer detour, Knee-deep funk, lies, and gore. Feire spots traps — I go big brain, Floaty discs — avoid the chain. Oleg snaps — guy takes flight, YEET! gone in the dead of night. BANG! BOOM! SNAP! — stairwell gore, We just shrug — “add to the score.” [Chorus] (grittier) BAM! WHACK! — bodies hit the floor! (—floor!) SPLASH! CRASH! — sewer friend no more! (—more!) Break it — fix it — break it HARDCORE! Google Stone gang — settlin’ the score! Xander freaks — poof, he’s gone, Invisible steps — can’t tag along. Oleg surfs on plague’s dark wave, Feire joins — double the grave. Cellar found — prize in sight, I charm ‘em silly all damn night. Stone in hand — “We’re done, let’s bounce,” But feathers creep — the hunt re-pounce. [Verse 5] (criminal chicken arc) Feathers slice through sewer grime, CRIMINAL CHICKEN — clobberin’ time! Chase through filth, stink, and slime, That Stone’s mine — this bird’s outta line. Hostage kids — beak at their throat, I grab ‘em fast — “kids, let’s float!” Then WHAM! low blow — pain divine, Now it’s chicken’s final dine. BAM! CLUCK! — chicken on the floor! (—floor!) SLASH! CRACK! — flappin’ nevermore! (—more!) Stone in hand — victory’s prime, GOOGLE STONE GANG — IT’S OUR FUCKIN’ TIME! CHEER! — hear the feathers crash! (—crash!) BURN! — coop’s gone in a flash! (—flash!) From windmill floors — to sewer grime, WE GOT THE STONE — AND IT’S PARTY TIME!
