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ALL ABOARD — THE WINCHESTER BUS [LOW, SMOKY COUNTRY VOICE] There’s a bus rollin’ down the mountain, Black smoke hangin’ in the California sky. Ain’t got no brakes. Ain’t got no reverse. And sure as hell ain’t stopping in Granite Bay to make friends. WIN-FUCKING-CHESTER IS COMING. [BEAT DROPS — DIRTY COUNTRY RAP] Yeah… Dust on the boots, whiskey in the throat, Winchester boys comin’ down for your votes. Granite Bay lookin’ pretty, country club clean, But twelve-ten hits and it’s gonna get mean. This ain’t brunch, boys. This ain’t fuckin’ pickleball. THIS IS TEAM PLAY. At the motherfuckin’ WINCHESTER fortress: DIETRICH & OCC — Two grown-ass problems with nowhere to hide. JOHNSON & PATTERSON — Kick that gate open and let the big dogs eat. MILLER & NEAL — Meaner than a rattlesnake trapped in a golf bag. Smile at ’em. Shake their hands. Then take every fucking point they own. [CHORUS] 🎵 ALL ABOARD, MOTHERFUCKERS! Hear that Winchester engine roar! ALL ABOARD, MOTHERFUCKERS! We came for six and we’re takin’ more! That bus keeps rollin’, Those wheels keep smokin’, Ain’t no brakes on this son of a bitch! WIN! FUCKING! CHESTER! [SECOND VERSE — GRANITE BAY] Now send the other half down into enemy country… ALDRICH III & ALDRICH JR — Walk through that gate like you already own the goddamn deed. ROOKER & RAKESTRAW — Two assassins with golf gloves on. Fairways. Greens. Putts. Points. Collect ’em all and leave the bodies on the scorecard. EMERSON & HOCKENSON — Close the fucking door behind you. Because when Winchester leaves Granite Bay… We ain’t leaving shit behind except divots, empty beer cans, and six cock holes wondering WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. [MUSIC CUTS — LOW VOICE] Boys… Your partner gets down? PICK THAT MOTHERFUCKER UP. Bad hole? FUCK IT. NEXT ONE. Three down? Who gives a shit? Keep swinging. Keep grinding. Keep smiling. Because somewhere behind you… That Winchester bus is coming over the hill. Headlights on. Diesel screaming. Horn blasting. And the driver has apparently ripped the fucking brake pedal out. [FINAL CHORUS — FULL BAND] 🎵 ALL ABOARD, MOTHERFUCKERS! THE BUS IS NOT FUCKING STOPPING! Win your hole! Win your match! Pick up your brother! Put another point on the fucking board! From Winchester’s hills to Granite Bay’s gates, WE’RE COMING. And when they ask: “WHEN DOES THIS BUS STOP?” Tell ’em… WHEN WE GET TO POPPY FUCKING HILLS. Until then— JUST. FUCKING. WIN. WIN! FUCKING! CHESTER!!! ALL ABOARD, MOTHERFUCKERS. 🚂 THE BUS CONTINUES. 🏆