Hey ho!
Let me take over and amaze those couch potatoes,
As I slay foes who stray close to my caseload of great
flows,
Every moment I make goes straight to the Summoner
Showcase,
Most played so they know me as the Great Bull,
You're a scapegoat,
Your opinion's nothing to me,
I'm running Dominion,
Buffing my speed,
And some of the Summoners coming at me are just gonna
be meat to increase my sum of xp,
I'm brilliant killing a million minions a minute until
I've diminished your kingdom,
You're finished,
You're fish fillets,
Your tower is under attack,
I'm the Tienanmen square man,
You're vanishing under my tank,
My champions dismantling your Pantheon and ganking
them,
He's leaving them bleeding and needing immediate
treatment from an ambulance,
And when it comes to spells,
I'm betting you can't even spell "Chrysanthemums",
I lead the League of Legends,
You idiots need protection,
My collection increases weekly,
'Til I reach perfection,
I lead the League of Legends,
You idiots need protection,
My collection increases weekly,
'Til I reach perfection,
I fire fireballs,
At the riot store,
Champions? I try 'em all,
And level them up into higher forms,
'Til my enemies look at the eye of the storm,
I'm taking aim and raining pain again again you're
slain,
To explain my brain's a strain,
But it's safe to say I remain insane,
I lay in wait beneath the shrubberies and jungle
leaves,
Coming from the trees to plunder everything but your
dungarees,
My hunger needs feeding,
I feast on feeble underlings,
And leave them wondering whether it's thunder or my
tummy rumbling,
And now I'm within your perimeter,
Administering your distributor,
With a particularly vicious and pitiless kick in the
knickers until it gives in to testicular sickness,
My method's meticulous,
This record's ridiculous,
I'm a carnivorous sinister villainous killer,
You're just a little wuss,
I lead the League of Legends,
You idiots need protection,
My collection increases weekly,
'Til it reaches perfection,
I lead the League of Legends,
You idiots need protection,
My collection increases weekly,
'Til it reaches perfection,
I'm brutal,
I lack scruples,
So any defence is actually futile,
I'll never attend a tribunal,
'Til everything ends and it's my funeral,
I've got rooms full of Runes,
It's not just hot tunes I produce,
With lots of vitality clarity avarice malice alacrity,
It's a laugh to see you after me and my masteries,
What's that you trying to cast at me?
I'm cleansing anything men have attempted to send in my
path,
You see?
These legendary staffs and blades,
Will send a competitor back to base,
My most regular WAV that's played?
An enemy has been slain.
