[Intro — whispered, ad-libs] Google Stone… (yeah) Uh… let’s go! (Yo, yo!) [Verse 1] We on the hunt for the Google Stone, Windmill squatters, smells like home. Ferie knocks, door slam, “get gone,” I pull the hobo drip, they let me on. Upstairs creepin’, floor go CRASH! Oleg heavy? (Maybe) don’t ask. Two dudes lookin’, I don’t do talk, Just BAM! WHACK! now they can’t walk. [Chorus] Bam! Whack! — body on the floor! Zap! Scratch! — resurrect, encore! We break it, fix it, break it once more, Google Stone gang gonna settle the score! [Verse 2] Tried Fullmetal — alchemy flex, Brought him back, man’s skin a wreck. Peelin’ like fruit — ugh, gross dude, So we stab! round two, still no clue. He walk with the crew (kind of though), Trades Ward cellars, where we gon’ go? Trouble or booze, it’s fifty/fifty, Either way, the squad stay shifty. [Chorus] Bam! Whack! — body on the floor! Zap! Scratch! — resurrect, encore! We break it, fix it, break it once more, Google Stone gang gonna settle the score! [Verse 3] Hit Trades Ward, nah, sewer instead, Knee-deep in lies and smell of the dead. Feire spot traps, I go big brain, Make floaty discs, stay out the chain. Oleg done, patience out the door, Grabs the guy! — now he’s no more. BANG! BOOM! SNAP! down the stair, the guy’s in chunks, bits everywhere. [Chorus] Bam! Whack! — body on the floor! Zap! Splash! — sewer friend no more! We break it, fix it, break it once more, Google Stone gang gonna settle the score! [Bridge] Xander panics — POOF! gone in fear, Invisible, gone, can’t find him here. Oleg rides the shitstream wave, Plague in the blood like it’s somethin’ to crave. Feire joins, plague times two, Antibodies? Nah, we ain’t brand new. Oleg finds Xander, I bring him back, Now we on that Google track. [Verse 5] Find the cellar, prize in sight, I hit him with that charm all night. Stone in hand — “we done, let’s bounce,” But shadow creepin’, ready to pounce. Feathers blur, wings take flight, CRIMINAL CHICKEN in the night! Now we chasin’ through shit and grime, That Stone’s mine — it’s fucking’ time! [Final Chorus] Flap! Snatch! — where’d it go?! Squawk! Dash! — oh hell no! From windmill floors to chicken crime, Google Stone gang — it’s fuckin’ time! [Outro] Criminal Chicken what the fuck! We'll get you fucker!
