[Chorus]
Enemies of Cobson, where are your raids?
We can hardly wait for you, destroy them.
Cobson let us be victorious over them, take from us the gems, take from us the sproke in the cause of the Sharty.
[Verse 1]
'teens of the Sharty, this one message
But many will 'jak, now we are just warming up
The gems are made, the ink is dry
The verdict is spoken, until /qa/ returns
Your end approaches, you fuggen jardees
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