Welcome to a Christmas special. I had this parody idea a few days ago while playing Combat Medic. I wrote it during midnight and finished it when I woke up later this morning.
It's beginning to look a lot like Code 2,
Class D's everywhere,
They're running for 914, and Chaos is looking mean,
The Type Blues and Brute crews are holding stairs,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code 1,
CI's in the base,
The Juggs are killing us all, so we place an emergency call,
But we've lost this place,
Hackers break through gates at otherworldly rates,
And they find the two called Type Green,
Release the astronaut and the man made of rot,
And turn on the Exidy screen,
And lastly release the pale man whose face cannot be seen,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code 4,
Soon, his rage will end,
Chaos break through the airlocks, and open up the box,
So biohazard units we quickly send,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code 3,
Hear the undead groan,
And they flood personnel wing, leaving the red phone to ring,
We have lost the zone,
Scientists hide behind crates and medics try to stop fates,
The carnage is quite a scene,
Turrets are naught and Teslas are shot,
The lizard eats us like protein,
And now it’s time to wipe the slate clean,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code Black,
Now you’re on your own,
And the thing that will reign as king,
Is the power the nuke will bring,
Now the site is blown,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code 2,
Class D's everywhere,
They're running for 914, and Chaos is looking mean,
The Type Blues and Brute crews are holding stairs,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code 1,
CI's in the base,
The Juggs are killing us all, so we place an emergency call,
But we've lost this place,
Hackers break through gates at otherworldly rates,
And they find the two called Type Green,
Release the astronaut and the man made of rot,
And turn on the Exidy screen,
And lastly release the pale man whose face cannot be seen,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code 4,
Soon, his rage will end,
Chaos break through the airlocks, and open up the box,
So biohazard units we quickly send,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code 3,
Hear the undead groan,
And they flood personnel wing, leaving the red phone to ring,
We have lost the zone,
Scientists hide behind crates and medics try to stop fates,
The carnage is quite a scene,
Turrets are naught and Teslas are shot,
The lizard eats us like protein,
And now it’s time to wipe the slate clean,
It's beginning to look a lot like Code Black,
Now you’re on your own,
And the thing that will reign as king,
Is the power the nuke will bring,
Now the site is blown,
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