Badministrator - The Grandmaster lyrics

It's the grandest grandmaster of lanes, smashing in brains Gold overflows like capital gains Irrational prey stand up get whacked in the face You know I'm blowing out champs like cla**ical games Or candles on cakes, no birthdays after tonight You're losing the fight, bruised getting blue in the eyes The Meteos style meteoric rise, I'm so live I C9 other champs on the rift and five about to die No lie, blink and you'll miss a play Ruin your year like a zit on picture day I can see you bleed, I can feel you frustrate Deny you XP like an Acrobat update Damn straight, I'm fast out the gate no equal You're Jar Jar from the prequels Purple people eater Jax lethal in turf war Your best day you're the coolest toy in the nerf store Ready for Battle You'll never take down Jax Bring it on You'll never take down Jax Who's next? You'll never take down Jax You'll never take down Jax You'll never take down Jax Rift Casey Jones, got five for fighting Scored a hat trick with a quick leap strike shorthanded The grandmaster's might like granite Knuckle up, knucklepuck, watch the bad champs panic Dynamic dude dropping damage Lamppost in hand jump and slam landing blows on the disadvantaged Ashram planned it, the paradigm shift Terrified kids taking paralyzing hits God of the rift, purple Jesus pummel atheists Grandmaster at arms you're fighting Dr Octavius Force you out the XP radius Nonstop slaying fits, foes fall in bunches like Brady kids Jaximus, thumbs up or down Either way you finish on the ground I'm the pound for pound greatest, known all around so famous Never seen my face cause nobody can face this Duelist extroaordinaire, team always thankful Handicapped to keep it fair when I tangle Sword wielding chicks on a spree get mangled I'm safest in your face Fi, pawns cap at angles Lanes get strangled, every champ stressed Plunge your own sword into your chest right through the vest I know you're French cause you're fried and pressed You might be bred for success but I can toast the best I'm getting fed, I can see you got a stomach ache Let Marie Antoinette eat cake Hold up wait I meant drink pots, think happy thoughts About next game when you might got a shot But only if you ban me I'm so hot that Brand can't stand me Should of had a plan B, hope you learned your lesson Imagine if I had a real weapon