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- [Verse 1]
- It was April of Twenty-Four,
- When Smug started a war,
- The Coffee Shop was peaceful no more...
- He brought in Mudae,
- An AI of Cursed Acclaim,
- Brought the Server a new kind of pain!
- Now we're trapped in our own hell,
- Claiming waifus just to sell,
- Stuck deep in the glup shitto well...
- Now we snipe each other's rolls, holding on desperately to hope,
- But deep down we know we must rope...
- [Chorus]
- Oooohhhh, we're gonna kill ourselves! Oooohh we're gonna do it!
- Ooooohh if we don't roll too well! Ooohh we're gonna do it!
- [Verse 2]
- Ten Rolls per hour, three chances to claim,
- But we're drowning in shittos,
- It's an accursed glup rain!
- We roll for new waifus,
- but get only literally who's
- And as much as we fish,
- Never shall we see our wish!
- [Chorus]
- Oooohhhh, we're gonna kill ourselves! Oooohh we're gonna do it!
- Ooooohh if we don't roll too well! Ooohh we're gonna do it!
- Oooohhhh, we're gonna kill ourselves! Oooohh we're gonna do it!
- Ooooohh if we don't roll too well! Ooohh we're gonna do it!
- Ooohh we're gonna do it!
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