Yeah… it’s them olks again. The Three Stooges of the Apocalypse. Levy. Olk. Berky. God help us all. Levy pulled up with a wrench and a plan, Said, “We rob the bank… then hide in olks van.” Except the van broke down, the GPS lied, Now they sittin’ in a Denny’s, half-fried. He talk big game, but shits his pants real tight, Tried to throw hands and missed… the night. Levy once sold socks as “tactical gear,” Now he’s banned from eBay for a full year. Olk got rage and a single brain cell, Drinks Red Bull and screams like he fell in a well. He once brought a flamethrower to a chess match, Burned the board, now he’s labeled a “threat patch.” Drove the getaway car straight into a pond, Said, “Tactical detour — we’re thinkin’ beyond!” Olk eats nails and forgets his name, Olk don’t fear death… he just forgets the game. Berky’s the smart one — that’s what he says But he once got mugged by a homeless child in sweats He got all the stank, spreadsheets, PowerPoint skills, But he cried on the job when he saw unpaid bills Once faked his death just to dodge a date Now he lives in a shed behind Section 8 He’s got vibes, no morals, and a cursed mustache And he once sold secrets… for a can of Olks ass. Levy got smoke, but he coughs mid-fight Olk throws hands but hugs at night Berky just smiles like a haunted doll If they show up — just berk it, that’s protocol Three broke dudes with a dream and a bat No map, no gas, and a raccoon hat They ain’t heroes, they ain’t even wise — Just three weird gremlins in human disguise. Olkin it together in the candle light.
