As despair filled the air
And a deep black shadow haunts the sky
The Getty boys are calling, the OGs cry
Facing a damn dirty villain possessed by blood, lust and greed
And all of its trinkets the world now needs
Secretly operating with all at stake
And people start to wonder, has it always been this way?
Has our home always been so full of hate?
Fuck, fire rises from below
Even the last scorch covered in ash like snow
Fighting demons in the present
The future and the past
Our heroes hold hope that the [?] will be your last
I don't think you're ready for this
This is gonna be going
Will the Getty boys survive this Hunna horror story?