Bucktown Battlezone

Yeah Dropped in blind

Chapter Seven (grrr)

Glider cuts the freezing fog,

touching down at Shattered Peaks Cracked the chest inside the crypt,

purple shotgun for the sweeps Footsteps crunching in the snow,

visual audio turning red He popped a mini in the hall,

caught the buckshot to his head (pow pow) Took the crown,

grabbed the bounty, sprinted down the frozen ridge Saw a four-man building

metal on the canyon suspension bridge Crouch and slide into the frost,

heavy sniper through the pine Lined the reticle across,

watched the blue shield crack and shine

Chapter Seven on the map,

no turning back, we run the zone Storm is closing thirty tick,

left the squad upon their own Hit the launchpad in the storm,

gliding high above the pines Victory Royale or bust,

standing on the frontline

(bow bow,

let's go)

Landed deep in Iron Hollow,

industrial smoke and rusted steel Third-party spraying from the crane,

bullets clinking on the wheel Threw a shockwave at my feet,

launched right up into the sky Swapped to the burst rifle,

caught him slipping up on high (clack clack) Two left standing in

the final circle shrinking to a point He got mythic thunder blades,

trying to sever every joint Built a timber wall,

boxed him tight, placed a floor beneath his feet Pump barrel to

his chest, send him back to the main street Chapter Seven on

the map, no turning back,

we run the zone Storm is closing thirty tick,

left the squad upon their own

Hit the launchpad in the storm,

gliding high above the pines Victory Royale or bust,

standing on the frontline

(yeah,

bow

bow)

Number one on the leaderboard.

Crown on the head.

Lobby up. (bow)