(verse 1)
Intrinsic arsonistic ballistic and causing mischief
rumble seems like a little of a maniac, better hope you don't find your name on his hit list
get this, rumble gonna hit it with the fury of a thousand burning suns from a flame spit
flame kissed and you're burnt like a steak at the outback, grill licks all on your spare ribs

care top, you're gonna get caught when the jungle makes a stop and he thickens up the plot
and it gets a little hot when he burnin' up the spot yeah you should've been watchin' the wards on your chart(who me?)
Yeah you with the clown shoes, in a dunce cap after rumble just crowned you, clowned you, ground you like a pound of beef
bein' produced while his damage seems to astound you

He overheated but he hittin' even harder yeah this little firestarter in his chromed out armor
that you don't want any part of a machine without a charger a scrapper with no honor if you fight him you're a goner
(what's that over yonder?)
I think it's a yordle but you don't wanna jeer, laugh, snicker, sneer or chortle
cause this tiny little yordle got the vengeance burn eternal and the fire from his ult will surely burn infernal

He's ridin' on mechwarrior legs while he's gettin paid in gold from the minion waves
we all know he's tryna save for the dome on his cockpit, maybe laser rifles or a few scud rockets
can't knock it, not til you try it, rumble gotta upgrade, yeah he gotta buy it
too rich from the kills that he's pilin' sittin on his throne lookin down on ya'll smilin'


(chorus)
I think it's time for a bandle city beatdown
It's like river city ransom fightin' these clowns
So when he enters in the place and he's up in your face
You know that rumble's gonna be reppin B-town

Don't call him little cause he's gonna get angry
He's like the hulk but blue and he gets crazy
nothing can phase him, his tactics are amazing
when he's sneaking up on you with the harpoons a-blazing

(verse 2)
Let me tell you how it goes when the fight starts body parts fly left and right like a stunt car
Mechanical foot straight steppin' on your plantar can't start frontin' in the rift when you can't walk
(don't talk dog) rumble is an outlaw breakin' all the rules never see him in a cop car,
can't pull him over cause he just burns they pants off can't handcuff him cause the arms are just too small

(So small but he rides quite tall) Lowridin' in a mech while he reppin' yordle tech, feelings do intersect
when he keeps his team in check and he grabs em by the neck, and tells them to stop feeding, heed these
wise words of a yordle who always fights dirty, condones cheating, exceeding the quota of kills while his
team is creeping

Last hitting whatever you wanna call it, whatever it takes to keep gold in your wallet, he's all in
shutting top lane down, heading south, ganking mid, hittin' all their carries like "PLOW!"
(OH WOW) He's a firestarter get the party started when he's done you need a doctor
shipped out in a helicopter while you slobber on your face like a fresh newborn toddler

We've reached the denouement, rumble looks around at the battle scars, twisted metal
everywhere like battle cars and he wonders what the wreckage is gonna cost
But he's gotta floss, put a gold chain on his mech embossed lookin' like a boss while you shop at ross
mechanized menace destroyin' everything while you feel distraught

(chorus)
I think it's time for a bandle city beatdown
It's like river city ransom fightin' these clowns
So when he enters in the place and he's up in your face
You know that rumble's gonna be reppin B-town

Don't call him little cause he's gonna get angry
He's like the hulk but blue and he gets crazy
nothing can phase him, his tactics are amazing
when he's sneaking up on you with the harpoons a-blazing