[Intro - Spoken (grime accent, Dispatch girl vocal chop echoing "off comms")] "Fleet's home... J-space locked... Breach report cleared... Bring out the Krupnik!" "Off comms... off comms..." [Verse 1] Pulled from J-space, scanners still hot Bookmarks marked, memes locked in the dot W H P D with the fleet all flexin' Got more loot than a Blood Raider’s confession Blitzd with the brews, Oohk on a crate Told that Vindicator “wait — too late!” Dispatch girl’s on the table full spin Yellin' "Next meme fleet? Count me in!" Knightzshade chill, logi Loki flow Saved the crew, now he's sippin’ real slow Got reps in the past, now reps in a glass Shield booster buzz when the chorus pass [Chorus] It’s a W H P D piss-up, clonebay lit up Post-meme fleet, now the pints get tipped up Capsuleers and cold ones, toast to the dumb run Another J-space bust — now we drink ‘til sun-up Healers, hitters, bait and scouts Tonight we off grid, let the memory out So light up the gas, toss back that Krupnik It’s W H P D, bro — sweet as, full sick! [Verse 2] Muh’s reenacting a tackle gone wrong Phyve in a wig just vibin’ to a song Blitzd in smoke, THC in the zone Puffin’ big clouds like he’s cloaked and alone Lost some bling? Meh, it’s tax write-off Fleet warped in, and the memes popped off Now the bar’s got more modules than a market hub Even Vinnegar’s dancin’ with a steak and a stub Bottles clink like salvage drones And someone’s tryna scan the bathroom clones Jokes get louder, killmails passed "Who fit a civilian rep on a Strat?" [Chorus] It’s a W H P D piss-up, clonebay lit up Post-meme fleet, now the pints get tipped up Capsuleers and cold ones, toast to the dumb run Another J-space bust — now we drink ‘til sun-up Healers, hitters, bait and scouts Tonight we off grid, let the memery out So light up the gas, toss back that Krupnik It’s W H P D, bro — sweet as, full sick! [Bridge - Heavily processed, glitchy Dispatch Girl vocal chop harmony] "...relic raiders... relic raiders..." "...Night Shift stand tall..." "...Knightzshade rep me... save me... fall... fall... fall..." “This one’s for the late-night war decedents For every bait Heron that caused us grievances To Blitzd, Muh, Phyve, and Oohk — We salute with a flask and a full arrest book” [Outro - Slowed reverb with bass cut, only vocals & bottle FX] “Capsuleers and cold ones... To Dispatch, Vinnegar, and the fleet we roll on If I wake in a clone with a splitting head Then I lived like a W H P D ‘til the lights went red.”
