Текст песни Дота 2 - Лютый Пудж

A thick, smelly Puja our hukuchy
He loves fresh meat and biased hook
Hook of God in the flesh pierce
It will not be pleasant and will smoke farts

A thick, smelly loves all dryuchit
From sharpened blades can not escape enemy hardy
The empty eyes There is no fear
Hook into it in the hands of the destruction of all the dust!

Well, as always in ALL Peak I go I
Puja is selected and Fanny game start
Loved by my mid ass hammered
It stinks and sticks to enemies
I currently captured and Furst Bluad spill
If Tim enemy Cancer beguiled coast
My place in the bushes Whatever you could smell the fear
From creeps otoydёsh and hook-tell klyuёsh
To tighten currently stench butcher show
Do you hear the sound of the blades It Dismember say
Gangan first favorite thing
And Hook ineptly not to sound brave
Just rasslabon and get at eblu hook
I have no equal Massa I crushed all
I am dangerous in the Ganges is perfect
Above I have the power to hook my peak is not in vain

A thick, smelly Puja our hukuchy
He loves fresh meat and biased hook
Hook of God in the flesh pierce
It will not be pleasant and will smoke farts

A thick, smelly loves all dryuchit
From sharpened blades can not escape enemy hardy
The empty eyes There is no fear
Hook into it in the hands of the destruction of all the dust!

Reaction want to play for me
And you will have a skill is greater than zero
Those who do not risk lives
That's my motto Hook butcher forward!
I can go in the tank and in team fights to save lives
But I'm going to tech support to cater to the enemy
Someone is rude Someone slightly bombing
And I'm Tim shouting cancer without insults
I pujari Conqueror of all pubs
And all I Put Meader crabs cancer
Those who do not agree that I Apolonia similar
I seem a little full, but I'm on a big way
Ends the game thread I like to play pranks on the fountain
In the ass hook to direct and makes all the yelling
Well, finally came to an end Throne
Creeps gouging pishim SG we have won!

A thick, smelly Puja our hukuchy
He loves fresh meat and biased hook
Hook of God in the flesh pierce
It will not be pleasant and will smoke farts

A thick, smelly loves all dryuchit
From sharpened blades can not escape enemy hardy
The empty eyes not seen fear
Hook into it in the hands of the destruction of all the dust!