This is a song about "Dota two"

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you

Oh well at least there were only two

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I'm level two, you're level eight

Actually he has got two

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

My records sell, yes sir

Puttin two and two together

I call em up, they might fall through

But if ya do imma give two.

So its time for verse two

It's really not an issue

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Throw two hunid against the wall,