Steppin' up, weapons up
Have you come here to play? You're messing up
Lesson's up, that's enough
Can you last here a day? I'm guessing not
You're quivering, hear you shivering
Heart pounding, astounded with my delivering
You're bickering and blithering on, I see you lingering
Having second thoughts about mingling with the king of things
The king of outbacks, shout back
When my buddy Junkrat has you caught inside a mouse trap, how sad
Leave you helpless like an trout that's
Caught inside a fishing net, empty it into my mouth, snack doubt that?
I'm sorry but you can't even be boasting
Coasting along until this Roadhog leaves you roasting
I'm toasting, my ropes in my hand throwing open
And choking and pulling your body in for the closing, shot

Run
Run

I'll attack, firing scrap out my shotgun, got a knack to keep at it till the jobs done
I'm playing dirty and hurting, you've heard of me lurking until you think you're safe, but you're dead wrong
Let's go, Presto
Stomping heads is written in my manifesto
Best blow? Guess so
Snap your bones, keep running and let the rest know
Taking a breather, unstoppable creature, you look like you're bleeding all dead on the ground
Cut like a cleaver, I'll give you a seizure, an eager deceiver from Junkertown
Hear the sound of my footsteps
Like a ticking timebomb to your last breath
Knock knock, I know you're feeling shocked
Locked on, I'll rock you and sock you with what I got
Ripping out your spine, make you whine like a dog
Crank it, ready to go, whole Hog

Run
Run