Текст песни Дота 2 - Лютый Пудж

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

Thick, smelly loves all dryuchit
Of sharpened blades can not escape enemy hardy
In 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
Stink there, and drew to enemies
I moment captured and Furst Bluad shed
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 yourself tighten stench butcher show
Can you hear the sound of the blades is Dismember say
Gank first favorite thing
And Hook awkwardly So as not to seem brave
Slightly rasslabon and get at eblu hook
I have no equal Massa I crushed all
I am dangerous in the Ganges is beautiful
I have the power over the hook My peak is not in vain

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

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

Reaction need to play for me
And you will have a skill is greater than zero
He who does 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 rude Someone slightly bombs
And Tim shouts What I cancer without insults
I pujari Voyage of all pubs
And all I Put Meader crabs cancer
Who do not agree that I Apolonia similar
Seem a bit full on but I more fashion
I love the game ends in a thread on the fountain naughty
Ass hook on to direct and makes all yell
Well, finally came to an end Throne
Creeps gouging Pishima SG we won!

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

Thick, smelly loves all dryuchit
Of sharpened blades can not escape enemy hardy
In the empty eyes Do not see the fear
Hook into it in the hands of the destruction of all the dust!