(Verse 1) Welcome to the 12G server, land of blood and busted dreams, Skill tree grindin’, half the gang butt-naked on your screens. Drutten’s moonin’ monuments, AK’s cheeks in open air, Kenta’s brah is a perfect fit. Boom yells, “Bro, that’s just unfair!” (Chorus) Ohhh, disco Dave’s doin’ nonsense again, High on weed and zombie brain. Raiding bases, munching snus, Raven sunbathes in acid rain! Hillbilly Hank’s underwear— Smells so rank, it kills the flair! Patrol heli’s screamin’ doom, While we’re just pickin’ ‘shrooms! (Verse 2) Deda’s facepalming through the madness, what a show, Mange got Swiss-cheesed by Boom’s car turrets, yo! We’re crafting with our horse poop, making “art,” if that’s the word, If modern culture saw us, they’d award it “post-turd, best absurd.” (Bridge) Boom and Drutten left alone, two rust gods at dead of night, “Don’t worry bro, I’ll drive us home!” — high beams blinding bright. But Boom takes one wrong turn, you hear that camper hum, “SPLAT!” Drutten’s gone, his butt still on — cheeks logged in, rest disconnects, go numb. (Chorus) Ohhh, disco Dave’s in voice again, Preachin’ peace then screechin’ scat. We’re too high to place our doors, And the heli don’t like that! Kenta’s pants are such a crime, Boom cries, “Man, that’s a hate crime!” Raven sighs and hides inside, Till that damn storm rolls by. (Outro) 12G server, logic’s dead, We’re naked, baked, and underfed. From poop to snus, from weed to pain, We’ll raid your base, then lose the plane!
