I got your head spinning running circles around you With a baseball bat that I'm using to pound you I'll be up in your face in the blink of an eye No, I don't got wings. But I don't need them to fly With a couple double jumps I'll be fleeing the zone Pick up your intel quick. Then I'm bringing it home I'm a pretty big deal. That's the honest truth I mean Do you even know who you're talking to?
About face Maggots. Stand at attention learn From a soldier who's reacged perfection Forward charge with my RPG. Helmet so low. I can't hardly see. Bam-rochet jumping all over the place Finish you punks with a shorel to the face If that don't kill you/ It'll break your nose I hope you weasels are talking notes
Welcome to my magical candyland. Where smeles are from ear to ear And everyone loves each other Come and spread the cheer
chorus: This rap is kind of overdue - right But now it's time to the meet the crew - tight The crazy dudes of TF2 So take a side. RED or BLU After I pick my class I'm gonwa kick your ass Because that's what we were born to do
Let's set up shop and get to work I built a health dispenser if you been hurt Plus I got plenty of sentry defenses But do not touch. Because this stuff's expensire Auto-aim rockets oughtta wreek you bumpking And just in case I need it - self destruction Step back 'Fore I wack you with a wrench And when my tureets spot you You're as good as dead
Cry some more. Run while You can you little babies. Don't satnd a chance They call me Heave. This is my gun When she starts spinning. You better run I don't require brains or technique I've got so much muscle I'll never be beat I'll mow you