Hey Guyz

Verse 1
Controller in his hands, he’s ready to play,
Sees the older kids online, jumps in right away.
Headset crooked, mic too loud,
Breathing like he just ran a mile through a crowd.
First words out when his avatar arrives—
“Hey guyz! Hey guyz! Hey guyz!”

Chorus
Hey guyz! [We can hear you just fine!]
Hey guyz! [Stop breathing in the mic!]
Hey guyz! [We’re trying to survive!]
He’s yelling, screaming, wheezing—man, the whole squad’s fried.

Verse 2
Enemy spotted? He’s already screaming,
Voice cracking so bad you think you’re dreaming.
Narrating every step like a livestream star,
“Uh—I think I just… broke my car!”
Five minutes in, half the team’s gone quiet,
But here he comes—yep—still on a riot.

Chorus
Hey guyz! [You’re too close to the mic!]
Hey guyz! [Do you always shout like that at night?]
Hey guyz! [We’re gonna lose this fight!]
Little man’s got volume set to ultra-height.

Bridge
Hyperventilating like he’s in the Olympics,
Making sound effects that aren’t even in the game’s script.
Someone mute him, someone save our ears,
But you can still hear him yelling through the tears—
“HEY GUYZ—don’t leave! I just found loot!”
…click [mic muted].

Chorus
Hey guyz! [He’s back, oh no…]
Hey guyz! [We lost three rounds in a row.]
Hey guyz! [Where’d all my teammates go?]
It’s just him in the lobby… still putting on a show