Tiger Man - King Of The Jungle - Rufus Thomas

Engineered scientifically, assist with efficiency

Leave gifts for the team under green like a Christmas tree

A laner’s dream made of goo, brute with the one two

Punch through your crew with the kung fu

I leave puddles, countergank for doubles

It’s always sunny when the green man jungles

Blue pull then I grab wolves into wraith camp

Pioneer of the fast clear and it pays man

Created from a textbook, connect with a left hook

Step to the special weapon get shook

Get your life took, stretching strike win the fight

Leave you brutalized right where you once stood

I’m no good, Goliath with a sling shot

A self fling into anything and I can’t be stopped

I’m science hell, divide you like a cell

Applied well I fly in high dive and tank spells

Bank swells, hit the the shop throwing cash around

I’m your new favorite green organic compound

I confound confuse and amaze, amuse with my plays

Abuse every phase and don’t lose for days

Throw a cleaver in your back side

Feels like you lack drive

When I’m behind the wheel my ultimate is Mach Five

You should be shocked guy, but it’s not my fault

I’m runnin' to you and my waists secured with Brand’s ult

Your team is fond of me, I’m an anomaly

Stick my tongue out and I run while you’re all on to me

It dawned on me, you’re pawns to me

Your base is like a spawn to me

I’m campin' on your Ahri cause Mundo goes where he wants to please

And I’m not asking for permission

I’m hunting down your bounties and I’m keeping the remissions

You’re missin', your skillshots

I’m dippin', when kills drop

Stop, gimme some time to base, refill, and shop

You need a blue buff to be helpful

But when I’m using all my skills I’m draining my own health pool

Cause I don’t give a shit if you’re sending four people top to me

I’m pushin' down your turret and nobody’s ever stoppin' me

You all drop to me, lane swap to flee

You should calm yourself, meditate like Master Yi

You will throb pain, mostly cause I mop lames

This will be your final hour, especially cause you’re not Vayne

I’m charging into sight, you’re so scared that your esophagus

Is clenching up, you’re standing toe to toe with what the apocalypse

Will manifest into a horseman if it was monstrous

My crowning act is sealing Amumu’s sarcophagus

I’m the king of this jungle, got it locked

Getting first blood mid, level 3, then I’m walking top

Waiting for a chance to pounce, which isn’t hard (he talks a lot)

We get him low, I’m spamming Q, I LOVE it when their body drops

I diversify my ganks, I don’t like campin'

I spread the face of the community…"Still Rampant"

You give credit of my existence to black magic

But it don’t make a difference when I’m ulting in for hat tricks

I’m Hecarim, the enigma from the Shadow Isles

Shredding and I’m cleaving through your ranks, like the battle’s wild

Enjoy whatever time you have left until sundown

Because you’ll hear the screams from your team when I run around

When you see me, your best plan’s to fall back

I’ll drop you so fast, you would wish you were Alt-Tabbed

And in fact what I’ll unmask, throughout this war path

Is my intent, to see if you sink inside this blood bath

Yo, I’m malevolent, level up, level 2 lizard buff

Hello FIRST BLOOD, shiv you — no fisticuffs

Hazing the brain of your laners

Invading while you’re raging and negating your double buffs

This ain’t a practical joke, you’re practically smoke

Cos when you see the orange flash you’ll practically croak

You’re practically yoke, your skull’s an egg man and I’m getting my toast

Cos I eat scrubs for breakfast till I actually choke

They’ll want a restraining order the way I’m causing mass disorder

Crossed the border, couldn’t afford a ward huh?

Sorta scored a tight reward, hah, thanks for the gold kid

My double ain’t something to roll with

Exploded, daggers unloaded the game — you’ve thrown it

I’m whoring dorans, only focused on backdooring

Exploring every which way for my boxes to start flooring

Your boring team — ignoring adoring allies cos fanboys need warning

I’m only here for blood pouring till it’s soaring overhead

I’ve got a magic trick to show you!

Please, all gather round

I’ll show you what it means to be coulrophobic — fearing clowns

I’ll slit the throat of your king and dance around with his crown

Call me usurper cos this jester is a king now