| I am Pudge, built of sludge
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| Through the jungles and the loaded lanes I trudge
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| Out' my way, hook the prey
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| When you’re blunderin', bumblin' I come out to play
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| And they hate me ‘cause I’m greedy but a hero’s got to eat
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| They whinge and whine and whimper ‘cause I snatch all of the meat
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| They yell that I am cheap and that I undermine the rest
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| And they’re right you know, my prices are the best
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| Get rekt
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| One, two, now I got my hooks in you
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| To send you to the cooks to stew
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| Chew, now I got my hooks in you
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| (This Pudge)
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| I am Pudge, built of sludge
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| You can push and pull but I will never budge
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| Meat so fresh, lovely flesh
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| On these legs of lard I thud and thump and thresh
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| And they hate me cos' I’m greedy but a hero’s got to eat
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| They whinge and whine and whimper cos' I snatch all of the meat
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| They yell that I am cheap and that I undermine the rest
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| And they’re right you know, my prices are the best
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| Get rekt
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| One, two, now I got my hooks in you
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| To send you to the cooks to stew
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| Chew, now I got my hooks in you
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| (This Pudge)
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| What’s that instrument you got there?
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| That a trombone?
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| Huh? |
| A tuba?
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| Uhh… I like tubas…
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| Can you boil a creep in a tuba?
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| Yummy! |