Verse 1 Welcome to the 12G, where the skill tree never ends, You level up in nonsense while you’re running from your friends. Disco Dave is talking nonsense by the recycler in the rain, While we’re hunting mutant zombies trying to find their missing brains. Chorus Ohhh, it’s a ska‑day on the server, everybody duck and cover, Patrol heli’s doing fly‑bys while we’re picking mushrooms over yonder. Drutten’s somehow lost his clothing, AK’s not much better dressed, Kenta’s wearing something random, Boom is mildly distressed! Verse 2 We’re growing plants in planters like we’re running some café, Tobacco for inventions that we probably shouldn’t say. Hillbilly Hank left treasures in a box behind a tree, We opened it and instantly regretted what we’d see. Chorus Ohhh, it’s a ska‑day on the server, where the horses leave us gifts, We collect them for “art projects” that nobody ever asked for this. Deda’s shaking his head slowly like he’s seen it all before, Raven’s waiting out the weather hiding in his wooden door. Bridge Mange’s getting blasted by Boom’s turrets once again, He swears it was an accident but we all know how that ends. Only Drutten and Boom online, the map is quiet, calm, and clear— Until Boom drives his camper and runs Drutten over… twice this year. Final Chorus Ohhh, it’s a ska‑day on the server, where the chaos never stops, Raiding bases, missing shots, and tripping over our own props. If you log in after midnight, better brace for something wild— ’Cause the 12G Rust community is wonderfully un‑reconciled!
