This can be sung with melody of Big Iron.To the bar of Crimsont Tooth arrived four yordles one grim day.
They just sat there silently didn't have too much to say.
No one dared to take a close look, no one dared to make a slip,
'Cause the Megling girl among them had a cannon on her hip.The megling girl was a cunning one with strength of a tiger,
Her friend liked to use some traps, wasn't much a fighter,
Third of group was a smaller guy, rode robot enormous,
Fourth was total madman with explosives numerous.The baddie of the city had a base at former Dredge,
He had fought in countless battles and all challengers were dead.
His minions ranged from edge to edge was a total melting pot,
It just followed the philosophy of the boss, Urgot.The yordles asked some questions from everyone in the bar.
They know nothing from city, they must have a home afar,
They are criminals from Piltover, came from one customer's lip,
They will bring us some worries with the cannon on her hip.I'll make more lyrics to next extra.
Rumble: You were summoning something.
Ziggs: No u
Rumble: Darn he got me lol
I didn't make this myself:
Urgot: Want to try?
Warwick: Not today, I'm tired.
Urgot: *Cuts a small wound to his hand
Warwick: (goes crazy) f*ck
Urgot: Want to try?
Warwick: Omae wa mou shindeiru.
Everything: *Explodes
Ziggs: Nice armour, Viktor.
Viktor: It's not armour. All my limbs are prosthetics.
Ziggs: Then it must have cost you...
Viktor: wot
Ziggs: An arm and a leg.
YEEEEAAAAHHH
Warwick: (looks to Camille's blade legs) They won't let you to dance floor either?
Camille: They are replaceable.
Warwick: Forever alone.
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The City Is My Hunting Ground
FanfictionWhere will you run when the whole city burns?