Lyrics of 'Bring On The Thunder' by Cyberhound

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