Dumbass Eleven

Verse 1
We loaded in the trial tonight, fog rollin’ through the glen
Four brave souls on generators… and Dumbass Eleven
She’s crouching in the corner like she’s planning something big
Then the killer’s thirty meters out and she screams into the mic

Pre-Chorus
“Don’t worry guys, I got this play!”
We’re already runnin’ far away

Chorus
Ohhhh Dumbass Eleven, what the hell have you done?
You dropped the shack pallet and the killer wasn’t even there, hun
Flashbang during healing, now we’re both on the ground
If chaos was a perk slot, you’d be running it proud

Ohhh Dumbass Eleven, queen of panic and fear
Every time you say “trust me,” we’re like get outta here
From the basement to the exit gate you keep us all on edge
Dumbass Eleven… please just do a gen

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Verse 2
She hears a distant terror radius and starts to spin around
Throws the pallet in killer shack like the killer’s inbound
I’m halfway through a heal and she goes “Wait, I’ve got a plan!”
Next thing that I remember is a flashbang in my hands

Pre-Chorus
Now we’re coughing in the smoke
And the killer’s like “Oh… dope.”

Chorus
Ohhhh Dumbass Eleven, what the hell have you done?
You stunned your own teammate and the killer’s having fun
Flashbang during healing, now the hook’s our new home
You turned a safe rescue into a highlight reel of wrong

Ohhh Dumbass Eleven, panic loud and sincere
When you whisper “stealth mode,” the killer suddenly appears
From the cornfield to the shack you’re a walking red flag
Dumbass Eleven… stop throwing the match

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Bridge
There’s a Meg on the gen
There’s a Claudette in a tree
There’s a Dwight in a locker praying silently

And there’s Eleven in the shack with a pallet in her hand
Dropping it on nobody like it’s part of the plan

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Final Chorus
Ohhhh Dumbass Eleven, legend of the fog
The only survivor nerfed by her own brain lag
Flashbangs and pallets flying everywhere
The Entity’s confused but honestly doesn’t care

Ohhh Dumbass Eleven, somehow still our friend
Even when your “clutch play” kills the whole damn team again
When the match is going sideways and we’re screaming in despair

We know Eleven’s somewhere…
Dropping pallets in the air

This should be upbeat pop style. Sung by a female and male duet. Think Japanese or Korean pop.