We may be slow and we may be old,
We drink all night, a sight to behold.

We met online, playing this game,
After a while friends we all became.

Kids with squeaky voice, should turn off mic,
Head hurts so much, every word like a spike.

Y'all talk trash and you think you're better,
But you're just a kid, still a bed wetter.

Watch your dog-tags, we're right behind you,
Die and get t-bagged by our whole crew.

We play as a team, we play to win,
Not looking for fame, or for glamor,
Bunch O' guys who play with discipline,
Remember our name, Rusty Bag O' Hammers!