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The Roadhog
Oh lord, now he's back to win
The fat man doing irresponsible acts again
Been practicing dismantling teams and capturing points
Fracturing bones and battering joints
I'm a tank, literally
Tankist with the hook
I'm the boogeyman
Have you under the blankets feeling shook
Got a junkrat
Bear traps are everywhere you look
When the snare snaps
They're scraps
Damn I'm feeling good
Like I said
Got one speed I'm going ham
Invoking an attack
Forums going mad like
He's OP
That hook is bologna
Bologna
Could go for a hoagie
I grab your teammates slowly
Low key
Like picnic baskets
Got more steals than Yogi
Who cares about sophistication
Will it heal abrasions?
Beat me with your mind
What a nice imagination
Roadhog
I go hard
I eat lard
And I'm so large
See your zone charge
Leave the zone charred
Leave your own scarred
Fear the Roadhog
Roadhog
I go hard
I eat lard
And I'm so large
See your zone charge
Leave the zone charred
Leave your own scarred
Fear the Roadhog
Only fists, only hooks, only scrap gun
So take a breather
Whole hog is coming like a bad pun
Don't even recognize mercy
Cause I have none
Eat a whole clip from that flimsy hand cannon
I got heals on deck
So you better kill me quick
Otherwise trick
I'm coming for your neck
I stick to the basics
Skip the high tech
Cause the scrap gun hasn't missed a single life yet
And Orisa
What is this chick?