| Download and Support Us: PlentaKill.com Follow us on facebook www.facebook.com Lyrics made in part by: Cedric Withrow (Raxray) & David Cottrell (Sooperman64) This is ten pecent lux Twenty percent Swain Fifteen percent silver bolts from arrows of vayne Fifty Five percent MF, she makin' it rain And 100 Percent reason to surrender this game Singed, he doesnt need his teamates in fights He just wants to be chased, whether its all day or all night and he feels so op when his enemies gettin zoned In spite of the fact that some people still think they can own 'im But throw 'em, he's got them slowed Has high CS for salary his ult means your fatality, just makin' some poison Flingin the Ori, makin' sure his stacks stay up That means when your team is down, he starts flinging yah up What are towers anyways? He never seems to die much Never concered with ganks cuz he leaves his lane with dots up His enemies chase him like nothing's given despite the fact that many misjudge his health cause his ultie lets him heal it back Build put together himself , now his hp collects Never asking for someones help gets his jungle's respect He's only focused on the squishies, no one is beyond reach Adhesive on the ground, the slow is so op This is twenty percent mana Eighty percent healninety nine percent armor, may as well be made of steel Who would've ever thought that they could duel with him Cause you cant chase him, youre too slow, go back to the gym. Hes got rylais and sunfire, using that ... |
