Ode to the Amazing Charlie Squad
by a Gen Z Colonial Marine
Yo, let me tell you ‘bout the squad with the rizz,
Charlie the Grape, where the real chads live.
While Bravo, Delta, and Alpha be beta,
We’re vibin’ in space, no time for no hater.
Skibidi, bop, we’re the kings of the block,
Charlie’s got the gyatt, while the others just flop.
Bravo’s out here with the gooner-type grind,
But they’re stuck in Ohio, left way behind.
Alpha thinks they’re slick, but they’re just a cuck,
Caught in the vibes, man, they ran outta luck.
Delta’s tryna flex, but it’s all just a cap,
We’re cruising through space while they’re caught in a trap.
Charlie the Grape, we’re the top-tier squad,
Other teams wish they could vibe with the god.
We’re not just marines, we’re legends, no doubt,
Bravo, Delta, and Alpha? We already out.
So when you hear the name, know we’re supreme,
Charlie the Grape, we’re living the dream.
In the galaxy far, we’re the ones they applaud,
The Amazing Charlie, we’re the GOAT squad.
