What the fuck’s up with this road, a ghostly parade,
Levitating scientists, haunting the grade,
Floatin' like spirits, no footsteps, no sound,
And just when you think you're safe—one pops outta the ground!
Face down, eyes wide, what’s next on the list?
Turn a corner, bam—another scientist!
From bushes, from shadows, they just appear,
This wasteland’s haunted, and it’s fucking clear!
Wolf acrobats and scientists, too,
Popping outta bushes like “Peek-a-boo!”
Dodge the bite, watch your back,
Rust’s safari’s on a buggy attack!
Wolves in Rust used to be half-dead, half-lame,
But they got the upgrade, now they're insane!
They spin like tornados, fangs out, dancing near,
Do a 360, then bite you in the rear!
Wolf acrobats and scientists, too,
Popping outta bushes like “Peek-a-boo!”
Dodge the bite, watch your back,
Rust’s safari’s on a buggy attack!
Facepunch, please, enough with the ghosts,
Scientists lurking like poltergeist hosts,
We’re begging you now, either fix or erase,
Get those floating creeps out of this place!
I tried to hide in the bushes and trees,
But there’s a wolf with ninja degrees,
Scientists popping, wolves on the prowl,
This island’s a jungle, chaotic and foul!
Rust gods laughing while we try to survive,
With critters and glitches that come alive,
Every step’s a gamble, like Russian roulette,
But here we are, stuck in this glitchy mess yet!
Wolf acrobats and scientists, too,
Popping outta bushes like “Peek-a-boo!”
Dodge the bite, watch your back,
Rust’s safari’s on a buggy attack!
And those damn wolves with the same old howl,
Echoing out like some busted growl,
Over and over, no variety at all,
Throw in some fresh sounds—it’s driving us up the wall!
Wolves jump too high, they defy the sky,
360 spins, can't even hide,
They leap like freaks, no ground to stand,
Rust’s wild beasts are out of hand!
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