[Verse 1] I’m sprintin’ through the temple with my life in flames, Pixel fire on my boots, I’m insane! Picked up a medkit, yeah, thought I was slick— Then a swerving missile screamed, “Hey buddy, pick me!” Walls are melting, priests are laughin’, The floor’s a trap and my nerves are crackin’. Who coded this nightmare, who gave it wings? That rocket’s got hangover mood swings! ⸻ [Chorus] Drunk rockets! They don’t fly straight, they dance like sin! Drunk rockets! Spin, dip, crash, and come back again! You can’t run, you can’t hide, It’s a homing bar fight with pixel pride! Drunk rockets! They’ll love you till you die! ⸻ [Verse 2] I duck behind pillars, I pray to gods, But the holy hand grenades just applaud. Five Lives left? Nah, make that two, This level’s a fever dream—how ‘bout you? They zig, they zag, they got no plan, A missile ballet led by a drunken man! I fire one back, it loops around— Now I’m the toast in this firebound town! ⸻ [Chorus] Drunk rockets! The hangover from hell’s begun! Drunk rockets! They don’t explode, they have fun! You can strafe, you can pray, But they’ll find you anyway! Drunk rockets! The party never’s done! ⸻ [Verse 3] My screen’s a disco, blood and light, Every pixel screams, “Fight or flight!” There’s no save point, no holy code, Just chaos drunk on old-school mode! The monks chant louder, the floor gives way, A rocket winks and says, “Let’s play!” I swear I’m sober, I swear I’m sane, But those missiles just called me by name! ⸻ [Bridge] It’s not the booze, it’s not the lag, It’s not the ping or a framerate drag. It’s fate in a bottle, code in a loop, An endless chase through pixel soup! ⸻ [Solo] (guitar + synth chaos — rocket whooshes layered into the rhythm) ⸻ [Breakdown Rap] Yo, I’m dodgin’ left, dodgin’ right, Triad priests screamin’ “Die tonight!” Missile on my tail like a jealous ex, Curvin’ ‘round corners—man, what the heck?! It’s drunk AI, no GPS, Just chaos theory in a bulletproof vest! One wrong move, my fate’s decided— That rocket’s drunk, but somehow… guided! ⸻ [Final Chorus] Drunk rockets! The chaos never ends! Drunk rockets! They’re your worst and only friends! If you see one smile, you better run, ‘Cause in Rise of the Triad nobody’s won! Drunk rockets! Game over’s just begun!
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