Out in the ocean, where the waves go splash, 🌊💦
Lies the Oilrig kingdom, where I stash my cash. 💰
A towering fortress, steel and might, 🏗️✨
But guess what, folks? I own this site. 🤴🎯

They call me the King, the lord of the loot, 👑📦
With a hazmat crown and a diving suit. 🟧🤿
My throne’s a crate, my scepter’s a gun, 🔫🎁
And messing with me? Oh boy, not fun. 💥💀

Helicopters buzz like angry bees, 🚁🐝
But I’m the boss, I do as I please. 🤷‍♂️
Scientists scowl, their aim all wrong, 👨‍🔬❌
I dodge their shots while singing my song. 🎶🎤

“Bow to me, peasants, this rig is mine! 🛢️👑
I’ll blast your boat if you cross the line!” 🚤💥
I loot the barrels, I crack the crates, 📦🔓
Then laugh at the fools who show up late. 😂

And oh, the challengers—they never learn, 📜
Rocket in hand, they take their turn. 🚀
But boom! They’re gone in a fiery blast, 💣🔥
The King of Oilrig remains steadfast. 💪✨

My kingdom’s built on sulfur and scrap, 🟡🔩
With loot so good, you’d think it’s a trap. 🎁😱
But here I sit, my empire grand, 🏰🌟
Ruler of Oilrig, the king of the land. 🌍🤴

So come at me, Rust, send all you can, ⚔️
I’ll still be here, your undefeated man. ✊
For in this chaos, one thing is true: ✅
The Oilrig King? Yeah, that’s me, dude! 🛢️👑🎉

LONG LIVE THE KING! 🥳💥