Boot up the Xbox, headset on tight,
Jump into the lobby, FPS night.
10-year-olds screaming, thinkin their rad,
Old dudes shit-talking, saying I'm your new dad.
"Your mom" jokes flying, they never get old,
Little kids cursing, acting so bold.
Racist slurs flying and toxic rants,
Everyone's a warrior in their sweatpants.
It's a jungle out there in the online zone,
Where everyone's tough when they're home alone.
Welcome to the chaos, the wild, wild west,
I just f*cked your mother now I'm the best.
It's a cesspool of madness, not for the meek,
In the Xbox chat, you're up shits creek.
Mute button's broken, can't escape the noise,
Trash-talking teens and overgrown boys.
Lag's got you down, better grab the lube,
For assf*cking you got you loser noob.
Parents in the background, yelling "Go to bed!"
But the flame war's raging, no swears unsaid.
Griefers and campers, and hackers, oh my!
Hit puberty yet? loser gonna cry?.
"Your voice is so high you could be an elf,"
"Your aim is so bad, you should kill yourself"
"I just capped your ass good you f*cking scrub?"
"oh you're offended, join the club"
It's a jungle out there in the online zone,
Where everyone's tough when they're home alone.
Welcome to the chaos, the wild, wild west,
Where insults fly and everyone's the best.
It's a cesspool of madness, no one's polite,
In the Xbox chat, it's a crazy night.
In the digital realm gotta be thick-skinned,
Or pass your controller to your next of kin.
From basement dwellers to late-night pros,
Trading blow for blow like virtual foes.
Good or bad, it's all the same,
In the Xbox world, it's a ruthless game.
So grab your controller, and jump on in,
In the chat's wild ride, where nobody wins.
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TreemAIn - Trash Talk Lyrics
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Boot up the Xbox, headset on tight,
Jump into the lobby, FPS night.
10-year-olds screaming, thinkin their rad,
Old dudes shit-talking, saying I'm your new dad.
"Your mom" jokes flying, they never get old,
Little kids cursing, acting so bold.
Racist slurs flying and toxic rants,
Everyone's a warrior in their sweatpants.
It's a jungle out there in the online zone,
Where everyone's tough when they're home alone.
Welcome to the chaos, the wild, wild west,
I just f*cked your mother now I'm the best.
It's a cesspool of madness, not for the meek,
In the Xbox chat, you're up shits creek.
Mute button's broken, can't escape the noise,
Trash-talking teens and overgrown boys.
Lag's got you down, better grab the lube,
For assf*cking you got you loser noob.
Parents in the background, yelling "Go to bed!"
But the flame war's raging, no swears unsaid.
Griefers and campers, and hackers, oh my!
Hit puberty yet? loser gonna cry?.
"Your voice is so high you could be an elf,"
"Your aim is so bad, you should kill yourself"
"I just capped your ass good you f*cking scrub?"
"oh you're offended, join the club"
It's a jungle out there in the online zone,
Where everyone's tough when they're home alone.
Welcome to the chaos, the wild, wild west,
Where insults fly and everyone's the best.
It's a cesspool of madness, no one's polite,
In the Xbox chat, it's a crazy night.
In the digital realm gotta be thick-skinned,
Or pass your controller to your next of kin.
From basement dwellers to late-night pros,
Trading blow for blow like virtual foes.
Good or bad, it's all the same,
In the Xbox world, it's a ruthless game.
So grab your controller, and jump on in,
In the chat's wild ride, where nobody wins.
Jump into the lobby, FPS night.
10-year-olds screaming, thinkin their rad,
Old dudes shit-talking, saying I'm your new dad.
"Your mom" jokes flying, they never get old,
Little kids cursing, acting so bold.
Racist slurs flying and toxic rants,
Everyone's a warrior in their sweatpants.
It's a jungle out there in the online zone,
Where everyone's tough when they're home alone.
Welcome to the chaos, the wild, wild west,
I just f*cked your mother now I'm the best.
It's a cesspool of madness, not for the meek,
In the Xbox chat, you're up shits creek.
Mute button's broken, can't escape the noise,
Trash-talking teens and overgrown boys.
Lag's got you down, better grab the lube,
For assf*cking you got you loser noob.
Parents in the background, yelling "Go to bed!"
But the flame war's raging, no swears unsaid.
Griefers and campers, and hackers, oh my!
Hit puberty yet? loser gonna cry?.
"Your voice is so high you could be an elf,"
"Your aim is so bad, you should kill yourself"
"I just capped your ass good you f*cking scrub?"
"oh you're offended, join the club"
It's a jungle out there in the online zone,
Where everyone's tough when they're home alone.
Welcome to the chaos, the wild, wild west,
Where insults fly and everyone's the best.
It's a cesspool of madness, no one's polite,
In the Xbox chat, it's a crazy night.
In the digital realm gotta be thick-skinned,
Or pass your controller to your next of kin.
From basement dwellers to late-night pros,
Trading blow for blow like virtual foes.
Good or bad, it's all the same,
In the Xbox world, it's a ruthless game.
So grab your controller, and jump on in,
In the chat's wild ride, where nobody wins.
Writer: Aaron Morse
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid