| I’m comin in now
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| This game’s got a new twist
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| If you missed it
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| Let’s do this
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| I’ll introduce you to the dude gifted
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| With huge mitts
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| It’s Doomfist
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| When the tune shifts
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| And that boom hits
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| Then you get smacked
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| Through bricks flat
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| So cubist art critics
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| Are all asking you
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| «Ooh, who did that?»
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| Who mixes better metaphors
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| That are fitting like a glove
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| If the shoe fits?
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| Bruv, do you lift?
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| There’s too many bloos in the queue
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| Shift
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| Move it
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| Or he’ll use his Q
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| Shift
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| In two clicks
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| Your noob pick
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| Will be a view from the cliffs
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| On Route 66
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| It’s a true privilege
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| He picked you to hit
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| Every battle galvanizes the powerful
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| Weakness is a trait we won’t tolerate or allow for
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| It’s survival of the fittest
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| Ruling with an iron fist
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| And pulverizing fools
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| Who try and resist
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| Every battle galvanizes those who merit it
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| Without the winning hand
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| You’re doomed to go uncredited
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| It’s survival of the worthy
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| Gain control over the earth
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| Those who don’t deserve a role
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| Are thrown into a world of hurt
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| Anybody trying to stop his nasty plans
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| For a piece of the pie
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| Will catch these hands
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| In a meteor strike
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| Don’t need guns
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| Got these guns
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| Don’t need reasons
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| Don’t see a need to be tooled up
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| He’s crushing any fool
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| 'Til they’re all dust
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| That isn’t an arm
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| It’s a school bus
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| Garnished with the pulled tusks of a walrus
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| Here’s an announcement
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| And a mouthful
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| He’s sure more than a scoundrel
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| Employed at the Talon council
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| As a bouncer
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| And a councillor
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| Man it’s doubtful
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| You’re not down for the count
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| Pound for pound
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| He’s pounding you out
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| 'Til you’re shouting for someone to help
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| Don’t look at me
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| Call somebody else
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| Running your mouth
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| You’re running a gauntlet
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| You’ll get a suddenly sore lip
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| And a broken nose running like a faucet
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| So cork it
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| Or get launched into orbit
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| Awkward
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| When the straw poll’s closed
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| And all’s told
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| There’s no poor soul
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| More swole
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| Punching a borehole
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| In the north pole
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| Split your wig fourfold
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| Warhol
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| Every battle galvanizes the powerful
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| Weakness is a trait we won’t tolerate or allow for
|
| It’s survival of the fittest
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| Ruling with an iron fist
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| And pulverizing fools
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| Who try and resist
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| Every battle galvanizes those who merit it
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| Without the winning hand
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| You’re doomed to go uncredited
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| It’s survival of the worthy
|
| Gain control over the earth
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| Those who don’t deserve a role
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| Are thrown into a world of hurt
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| Straight outta Nigeria
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| Criteria:
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| Strike fear in the minds of inferiors
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| You might experience
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| Serious harm to your insides and interiors
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| Period
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| You might be curious
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| Why he really doesn’t like gorillas
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| And it’s quite clearly
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| Because he was confined for years
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| In a tight area
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| By Winston
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| Now he’s quite furious
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| Poor Winston
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| Winston’s sad
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| And now poor Winston’s mad
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| He’s been stung bad
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| Coming in for the world’s biggest fist bump
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| Sit on that
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| Big strong lad
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| With a big strong jab
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| King Kong in combat
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| With the chimps
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| They never should have picked on ak
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| Do you reckon that they’re gonna live long?
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| Nah
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| It’s knuckle crunch time
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| One size fits all
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| He won’t be sticking it
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| Where the sun shines
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| It’s sore
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| I saw a rocket punch
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| That put me off my lunch like
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| A bunch of fives in a row
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| That’s a punch line
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| No other stomach on this planet
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| With a dozen pack
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| His guns are cannons
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| Hooks are savage
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| Like this kustom track is
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| Plus he’s black
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| Not that it matters
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| I just thought I’d add it
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| 'Cause it was a fact
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| Such subtle language
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| Plus a massive knuckle sandwich:
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| Double damage
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| Fingers like shovels
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| Slamming fists down like a shuttle landing
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| Smashing the toughest skull to fragments
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| Like they’re dud ceramics
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| Running up and uppercutting past your buff mechanics
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| Slapping you so chuffing fast
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| It’s looking like you’ve up and vanished
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| Every battle galvanizes the powerful
|
| Weakness is a trait we won’t tolerate or allow for
|
| It’s survival of the fittest
|
| Ruling with an iron fist
|
| And pulverizing fools
|
| Who try and resist
|
| Every battle galvanizes those who merit it
|
| Without the winning hand
|
| You’re doomed to go uncredited
|
| It’s survival of the worthy
|
| Gain control over the earth
|
| Those who don’t deserve a role
|
| Are thrown into a world of hurt |