Where'd I get this sandwich with the nice beef and veal in it?
Answer: batted fatty fumbled, it fell when he feeled its hits
Meat head heavy: you're a dumb fuck, deal with it
And if you had intelligence, brother, I'd be stealing it
CP_steel is quick when I'm rushing point E
See me crushin' all your shit, do shit & disappoint your team
I'm a force a nature gator
Hide in water, launch you to your maker
Stay put, wait, and slay the next prey that comes to take me
BOINK!
Say goodbye to your kneecaps
I've captured three points before your respawn even elapsed
Seems that
My speed has
You disoriented
Your head'll be the reason why my metal bat is dented
I'm inventive in my armory got soft drinks as my second slot
My weapon's shots will get you lost and have you sweatin' lots
Across the map in seconds, I'm often outgunned
So I toss up a ball and crack skulls until they're all stunned

Hop on servers, topple score leaders as the new champ
Stomping on snipers is my own brand of "boot camp"
Soulless engies turtle, be solaced when I roll the fools
Stole their whole materials
So, soldier sold their solder tools
It's a solstice; I'm airborne like Peach's parasols
From up here I see you play like me (minus a pair a balls)
Shoulders square, soldier's tall
ATTENNNN HUT
Then flip out and launch rockets
UP MENNN'S BUTTS
I'm not scared of any arsenal your men can muster
I'll stand and hold my ground better than General Custer
Explosions cut my travel time
I'm there before you pinch the trigger
Loadout varies - you're either equalized or trench diggered
Figure there's no fitter figure to disfigure dissers quicker
Mister "I'ma be a griefer": try to hinder, we votekick ya
Quotes from Sun Tzu and other military sages
While I empty on a maggot til he hates it and he rage quits

Pyro's spittin' flames until hostiles is lit ablaze
Charrin' chargin' characters, they need skin grafts on they face
Propane's the gas you taste when I chase spies inside your base
Pro playin's the task embraced when I grace games with my displays
Of oxidation.
Occluding halls <-- my awesome occupation
Doctor watch my back so I can block scouts batting from escaping
It'll be like sunbathing, the way a grape will tan into a raisin,
But then the raisin's baked inside an oven reserved for cremation
Purge medics emergin' by hurting Germans with my rhyming
Burns so intense their thermal vision versions would be blinding
I find herders leading rushes blink twice and call it off
When they see me convert a demo's drinking device into a molotov
Y'all just cough at fumes from my rolled over targets
The room smells of flesh of smouldering soldier carcass
You're harmless, go and ask about the pretty flower purse
I'm pretty sure my axe will put you down before you're past the second word

I'll lay a sticky. Sit. Stop. Wait. Spot. And clicky.
Itchy finger trigger means you're no longer with me
Your kritzkrieg doesn't matter when I factor in explosives
And, yes, as a young'n I suppose I was percocious
I left oceans of debris of the family TV at age three
Age four was preceded by a "C"
You should'a seen the seared scene I left at the nursery
At university, the dean blew up, I blew my bursary, yup
Blu team hired me (sup) Pyro fired me (hudd)
Bitch shot me and shit's hotter than in London in the diary of
Sam Peeps
But I withstand heat, and I'm-a cram these inside the man's hands
And dismantle his family.
Like bambi's, or King Ramses (the third)
If my planning don't work then I'm ramming liquor
In the girth of your goddamned torso
Pry out your eye make your guy blind like I am but moreso
What's worse though, no morsel of your flesh will be remainin'
When I'm detonatin' blatant sticky traps you stick your face in
You're mistaken if you take the threats I'm makin' as unphasin'
'Cause my nade placement's adjacent to the sentries in your basement

Heavy
Is ready
Got my weapon revved, spinning but empty
I left twenty rounds of lead inside the heads of every enemy
Eventually, end up dead,
But still left on lists as 'nemesis'
Can't censor this, it's senseless to attempt this, if
Your server has a word filter, absurd,
Figure I'll circumvent it
I'm relentless when I plant fists in the men you ran with,
Clan shits can't stand it when I'm managin' their damage
With the sandvich
Damn glitch, task switch, alt tabbin' and you vanish
My plan's to hang put and put bullets as I panic
To your every potential position on this planet
Pandemonic deposits of posture-slanting bandolier clips
Brandish outlandish types of ammo that'll slow ya
You're a fish out of water in a barrel, "Nice to know ya!"
You're fodder
Barely worth the time it takes to dispose of
Nowhere near Soviets
Even if cloaked or coked up on Bonk cola

Engineer is here, press for cheer
Less repeats, 'cause speak streaks beats-beats your ear
Fear not: Here's the D. I'm supposed to bolster
Sentry spots a demo who's >this close< to coastin' over
Dudes at my gear constantly, no respect
So I aim at their rear and bludgeon three times to check
Quit your muhhubbin' bitchin' because FF's off
Don't want to get spy checked? Then best get stepped off
CTF <-TF2's map rotation's hated hurdle
I'm the one hurt by the jabs when y'all call me a "turtle"
Can't handle an SG in the def' den?
Then you better learn how to shoot, or press F10
Heavy needs life support; I build him a dispenser
My propensity for defense: I render it intenser
I'm not even sure if that's a word, but I eclipse
The shit dished out by English nerds who majored in Lit
And if you major in "Leet"? You're a major cliché
Even as a joke it's obsolete, enragingly lame
Texan in a hard hat; I play the guitar
Not over voice chat, though, 'cause I'm not a retard
Filthy soldier critical missiling at my turret
But crits do shit to buildings so that's where I'd prefer it
And should his barrage overcome the gun I'm wrenchin' here
Then I'll charge at him, at once, shotgun, VENGINEER
Impending medic attack? Ubered invading pyro?
Knockback'll send 'em packin' over the grain silo
I'm embedded too well, in my citadel I taunt it
Until I'm ejected by a bullshitical rocket

Bleeding shit is my thing
Heal extreme lesion needs
Team HP's reaching record quantities, like boonies pings
Smack you up, leading rallies, saw drawn, stinging swing
Rackin' up achievement tallies it's like DING DING DING
Meter's full, team let's go, I've got the krieg machine.
Inhabiting my fantastic magical medicinal stream
Is the opportunity for you to climb sky high
Scoreboard-wise. Charge on three. Ready? 'Eins. Zwei. Drei!'
What's this, spy in disguise calling for a medic?
Sure, just let me switch my healing beam setting to 'diarrhetic'
When I recommend medicine it's over the counter
And you're over the horizon, depending on the size of firepower
I'm about ta
Doubt the
Odds of my survival
Cowardly retreat, hide behind a heavy's column spinal
Then you'll whine a l-ittle bit about my domination
Mock my nazi boots right before they fucking stomp your face in
I'm invasive
Both in surgery and strategy
Murdering any persons brain-addled enough to challenge me

I play it 'outback'
As in my bullet blasts from out yo back
Then blows you back
Before the gun bolt blows back
No hacks? You better radio for help then
Cause I'm headshotting people, like cranial injections
Fuck your brainstem, skulls of soldiers fracture
When they came against the strength of my friend: the bolt action
No class when I stack onto a team and have to wait
'Cause class 8's truncated by an irrational class maximum
Splashin 'em with casked uric acid (bladder waste)
Laughable disgrace
Critblast em in the face
Razorback shatters
Disaster awaits
The french bastard who's just lived the last of his days
You have to be amazed, cloaked bloke
I splattered your mates, no scope
No hope to opposition listen take the loss and bear it
I don't use Rick's Fixative, I only deal with crosshairs
Reticle's always on you, laser on your forehead
Medic's always on you, still take the shot and you're dead
More men supportin' won't help it either
It happens in an instant so pro hint: retreat to
Concrete cover, shove others if you need to
Speed up, before I make you bleed out a litre
Weiner, you'll never amount to more than a target
I wave as your head turns into a cloud of scarlet
I'm harpin', I'm sorry, guess I'm just weak-willed
You're weak-skilled, killed by projectiles medieval

I thought I told you:
Just lay your weapons down and walk away
This place is like the stepping grounds of the C I A
Or should I say
The french version of that organ-i-zay-tion
See spies play?
And you die today, son
Your absurd tirade is made hurtfully worded
'Cause my blade 'bove your third vertabrae's been inserted
Blood spurted
It squirted
Their team got alerted
Did that scout just see me? "That soldier's a spy!"
Yup, he sure did
Think you're Hercules? I snuck by your medic
450 HP? You die with a left click
The larger they be, er, are
The harder they fall
I've got the ogy-technol to turn y'all into ragdolls
Got no entourage? Then I'll keep on wreckin' shit
Sap-otage and engie's nest and net, like, ten stabs consecutive
"Executive" describes how I dress (disguises exempt)
Wearin' tie, spy surprises defense
And if you wisen up, man? I'm excisin' ta tête
Hollow it out to wear 'n' reprise my rise as a threat
Follow you out
Stab quick, flick a cigarette
Cloak, change clothes, chase close, and dispose of your friends