[Intro] [whispered] Google Stone… [Verse 1] We’re hunting down the Google Stone, Windmill squatters, smells like home. Ferie knocks, they slam the door, I dress like a hobo — now they want more. Up the stairs, floor goes CRASH! Oleg’s fault? Eh, don’t ask. Two dudes inside, no small talk — Just BAM! WHACK! now they can’t walk. [Chorus] Bam! Whack! Oops—dead again! Zap! Scratch! Kill, revive, amen! We break it, we fix it, we break it some more, Google Stone squad gonna settle the score! [Verse 2] Tried some Fullmetal voodoo biz, Brought one back just to watch him fizz. He peeled his face like a fruit — ew. So we stabbed! him, round two. Now he’s walkin’ with the crew (kind of), Trades Ward cellars, what could we find-a? Probably trouble, or booze, or both — Either way, we’re taking an oath! [Chorus] Bam! Whack! Oops—dead again! Zap! Scratch! Kill, revive, amen! We break it, we fix it, we break it some more, Google Stone squad gonna settle the score! Verse 3 Hit the Trades Ward, but nope, surprise — Back to the sewers, knee-deep in lies. Stairs ahead, Feire’s trap-scout mode, I bust out discs, we float the road. But Oleg’s done, the patience wears Grabs the poor guy — right off the stairs. Traps go BANG! BOOM! SNAP! down there, Now the guy's in chunks — bits everywhere. [Chorus] Bam! Whack! Oops—dead again! Zap! Splash! Bye-bye, sewer friend! We break it, we fix it, we break it some more, Google Stone squad gonna settle the score! [Bridge] Xander freaks — POOF! — gone in fear, Invisible, can’t find him here. Oleg rides the shitstream wave, Catches plague like it’s all the rave. Feire joins, yeah plague times two, Antibodies? Nope — joke’s on you. Oleg finds Xander, I slap him sane, We’re ready to play the Stone-get game. [Verse 5] We find the cellar, guy’s got the prize, So I turn on charm and those magic eyes. He hands me the Stone — the quest is won! …Until a shadow says, “Not so fun.” A blur of feathers, a flapping sound, A CRIMINAL CHICKEN snatches it down! Now we’re running, slipping, screaming loud, After a bird that’s way too proud! [Chorus] Flap! Snatch! Where’d it go?! Squawk! Dash! Oh hell no! From windmill floors to chicken crime, We’ll get that Stone — it’s fucking’ time! [Outro] Google Stone! — CLAP CLAP! Sewer plague! — COUGH COUGH! Chicken thief! — SQUAWK SQUAWK! Get it back? — HELL YEAH!
