Bring On The Thunder

I heard a story 'bout a man, somewhat of a legend

Rushing head strong into battle no matter the weapon

You can ghost it or camp it but you're gonna regret it

When you hear the boom like an angel is screaming from heaven

The game has just begun; it's about to rain more

Try to get revenge but you're running through the same door

Laying on the same floor, dying like a Noobasaur

Even if you're over there bunny hopping his claymores

Bring on the thunder, bring on the rain

Put the fear in your mind; let it ride through your veins

A hungry little beast and he's out the cage

When you see him, better back away (get on back)

Bring on the thunder, bring on the rain

Face the winds of a hurricane, it's not the same

If ya not his level, better get out the way

When you hear that Thunder rage

In the lobby you see him; legend of thunder

Get Second Chance and Ghost kuz you'll need 'em; he's got your number

You know he's rockin' puppies to fuse 'em with chopper gunner

So you're already thinking of places to hide under

But you're never safe, so get to digging you your grave

Feel the wrath of an AK, picking you off as it sprays

When a grenade covered in clay hits your face

Move, sway; try to get away but not today, huh

You can hide in a corner sending out Tonka toys

Even though you know it's annoying, he will still come and destroy ya

Mow you over and take control of all that you holding

Scavenge, reload it, tote it; blowing holes in ya; leave you broken

There's no hope for you bro, better dashboard

If you want, you can have more. You're mad 'cause you can't score

Go back to your: Ground War, rocket launchers and campers galore

K/D is rising but you can not hang with the big boys

You hear that chopper, ch-chopper, coming to gun you down

Hit you when you're spawning; your Stinger launcher can't save you now

Run in a building but Cujo's coming to sniff you out

Puppies are hungry and their favorite flavor is stealth clown

He's like an artist; the rifle is his paint brush

Create with a saint's touch, he hunts with insane lust

The Ace in a straight flush, he's on top of 'em all; no contender

Thunder the Ripper never surrender; you will remember

So be a bush wookie; find a hole and crawl in it

Back against the wall but you still about to fall when the

Thunder and rain descends upon you to claim

The very blood in your veins; kill feed is just filled with his name

It's been a minute, you haven't seen him; the coast is clear

But then your body begins to shake from the sound you hear

Agh, Agh; Incoming enemy nuke!

The hand of Zeus is coming down to claim you