I play dota, you play dota, we all play dota.

I'm bringing Bristleback
The mother-fuckers don’t know how to attack.
They try to get me from behind my back,
But they only get my spike attack.

Try it from a side,
And I’ll turn my back.
Let me go,
And I will attack.

[CHORUS]
I use my spit (You use your spit)
When I see you flee. (When you see him flee)
You turn around, (Don’t turn around)
And I sting you like a bee. (Sting him like a bee)

You see what you’re dealing with? (Can you see)
Look at those spikes. (They cause no harm)
You make me sweat, (You’re getting wet)
When I get your head. (Such a lovely head)
The first blood is mine. (His blood is yours)

Get your shackles on. (Can’t kill me, no)
Get your bashes on. (Can’t kill me, no)
Get your shackleshot. (Can’t kill me, no)
Get on with your stomp. (Can’t kill me, no)
Try to impale. (Can’t kill me, no)
Try a fireblast. (Can’t kill me, no)
Get on with the stun.

I'm bringing Bristleback
The mother-fuckers don’t know how to attack.
They try to hex me from behind my back,
And yet they can’t surpass my spiky hat.

Take it to the lane.
Spiky fame.
I see those shackles, baby
I won’t evade.
You can try to whip me, Razor.
But you can't stop my reign.

I'm bringing Bristleback
The mother-fuckers don’t know how to attack.
You never try the frontal whack.
That's why you get my spiky smack.