Dull Duty Bang

[Intro] (Instrumental banjo riff mixed with a beatpad rhythm) [Verse 1] Well, I’m sittin’ in my gaming chair, controller in my hand, DullBlah’s on the mic, runnin’ raids across the land. Got the s****r scope steady, finger on the trigger tight, You hear that *bang* echoin’ through the Tennessee night. He said, “Hold up, wait a minute, let me load another round, Ain’t no chicken dinner here till I paint this battleground.” Lagged outta the zone, but he came back with a grin, “Y’all better duck and cover when I put some DullBlah in!” [Chorus] It’s a country boy’s w*r cry, pixels turnin’ red, Headshot symphony, layin’ ‘em out like the undead. From the holler to the lobby, we don’t ever quit, “Hold up, wait a minute—let me put some DullBlah in it!” [Verse 2] Got a shotgun preacher, spreadin’ gospel through the smoke, Teabaggin’ the competition, yeah, we’re here to stoke the joke. DullBlah’s got the clout, call him King of the Last Stand, Dropshot, quickscope, like a tractor in the sand. Chat’s blowin’ up like fireworks on the Fourth of July, “How’d he flank so fast?” Man, don’t question the guy. He’ll laugh and say, “Partner, it’s just southern-fried skill, Ain’t no killstreak sweeter than a cross-map tomahawk drill.” [Bridge] (Banjo breakdown with rap verse ad-libs) [Chorus] It’s a country boy’s w*r cry, pixels turnin’ red, Headshot symphony, layin’ ‘em out like the undead. From the holler to the lobby, we don’t ever quit, “Hold up, wait a minute—let me put some DullBlah in it!” [Outro] (Guitar strums fade with a final controller button mash sound effect)