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Track 17 · Official lyrics

Battlefield Chaos

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A ridiculous tribute to four friends causing absolute chaos in Battlefield. It’s about bad decisions, friendly-fire disasters, terrible revives, constant deaths, and the kind of gaming session where nobody is playing particularly well—but everyone is laughing too hard to care.

Spawned in hot, chaos shakes the ground,
Squad of four maniacs—we never hear the sound.
JediMasterLeroy riding high on a quad we stole,
Taco’s laughing wildly as the rockets start to roll.
Iverson in the back like he’s ready for war—
Five seconds later yelling, “HELP ME!” on the floor.

A flash—

I SHOT THE DRIVER—
PAID NO ATTENTION TO THE HOVERBIKE!

It cartwheels through the carnage as we scream into the strike.
Falling metal screaming down from the sky—

CRUNCH!

JediMasterLeroy crushed where he stands—
Taco yelling, “BRO, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR HANDS?!”
Iverson watching everything unfold—
“OH MY GOSH!!” like he’s never seen it before.

BLEGHHH!

Ohhh, we’re the kings of the dumb and the doomed,
Battlefield chaos—every respawn consumed.
Laughing through the fire, through the mayhem we dive,
Friendly-fire legends—how are we still alive?

Iverson down again, yeah, we already know—
“HELP ME! HELP ME!” echoing over comms below.

Grenades bouncing back—who the hell threw that?
Taco screaming, “RUN!” as it lands in my lap.
Dust cloud rising, my body in flight,
Leroy in the killfeed—“Bro… again?!” Yeah, that’s right.

Iverson sees the blast—eyes open wide—
“OH MY GOSH!” as we all just die.

JediMasterLeroy goes for the revive—
Uses a rocket instead of paddles, and now he is unalive.
SuperhumanTaco spawns back into the fight,
Sees a glint, and now he’s down—seems about right.

Iverson crawling, reaching out his hand—
“HELP ME, PLEASE!” but no one makes a stand.

Just four idiots united by the chaos and the shreds.
We are old, though, so once we quit, it’s off to our beds.
Iverson still yelling even after he’s dead—
“OH MY GOSH, WHAT HAPPENED?!” stuck in our heads.

BLEGHHHH!

Metal falling…
Bodies crawling…
Squad is dying…
But we’re still laughing!

JediMaster crushed—
Taco losing trust—
Iverson down again, yeah, it’s kinda sus—
“HELP MEEE!” as the whole world combusts—

EXPLOOOOODE!

Yeahhh! We’re the kings of the dumb and the doomed,
Battle-born brothers in a digital tomb.
We reload, we scream, we revive, we fight—
Iverson yelling, “OH MY GOSH!” every five seconds of the night.

And we’ll do it all again in the chaos tonight!

BLEGHHHHHHH!