In the aftermath of a traumatic team scramble, Scout and Pyro (who is, in the context of this song, female) discuss their feelings for each other. Mercilessly.

LYRICS

(muffled) Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I love the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie.

I will never stop killing you.
Oh what you gonna cry? You gonna cry now?
Look at this. Just caved in ya skull. Hey, who's on fire now?
Ya head's a freakin' bat magnet! If ya order now,
I'll throw in a second beatin, absolutely free. Ya frickin' cow!
Yeah, I dare ya. Rage quit. Are you even tryin'?
How's that feel, wimp? Next time try not dyin'.
Say goodbye to ya kneecaps, chucklehead. Haha! Look at you!
My bat's still dry. No clumps a' hair, nothin'.
What have we learned? I always win.
Don't you ever cross me again.
I wasted you. You ain't gonna win.
Is somebody keepin' track of my heads batted in?
You are terrible. Freakin' unbelievable. Un-freakin'-touchable—no wait, that's me!
If you didn't want me to kill ya, you shoulda said something!
Oh that's a skull fracture for sure.

 [bad word] 

Boom! I'm back, dummy! Ding-dong! 'Member me?
(gunshot) Nice aim. (Woo-hoo-hoo!) Let's go. You 'n me.
Ooh yeah, you're real scary.
Dude, you get a closed casket at the ugly cemetery!
You suck. No, seriously. D'you have any idea how much you suck?
You suck on ice. That's how much you suck.
You fat frickin' lazy piece a' [bad word]  Take that, ya dumb bib-wearin'-dope!
Need a dispenser here! (Nope) alright.
Whattayou lookin' [bad word] get some, ya frickin' wuss.
Would you just go? You're a disgrace to the two of us.
(Ping!) Batta swing! I make it look easy.
Heads up! Nope, you're dead. Nice catch, knucklehead!
Bang! Boink! Bonk! I'm a frickin' blur here!
Yeah, nice moves mumbles. Can't hit what ain't there! (Wa-ha!)
You're like a car crash in slow motion. It's like I'm watchin' you fly through a windshield.

 [bad word] 

Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to hitcha. No wait, yeah I did.
I am owning you, you fat [bad word] #33;
I'm not even winded! Nice hustle, tons-of-fun.
Is that all you got, moron? Hit the bricks pal, you're done.
Your gun shoots fire! 'Ey, lotta good that didja.
Money well spent! I'm a frickin' force-a-nature. (Bonk!)
Ya got anything smart to say now? No? Good.
Make us both happy. Go away.
What the [bad word] is wrong with you? Would you just give up?
Domination. Look it up.
Look at you! Look at me! It's startin' to bore me how much you suck.
Drink it in pal, that's how failure tastes.
Tastes like ya face, ya freakin' disgrace to ya base!
(Woo!) How long's it take to beat a moron to death?
BEHH, sorry, time's up. It was a second. (You're dead).
Next time eat a salad. Next time eat my dust.
YOU SUCK.
Today ain't ya day. You will never kill me. Repeat after me:

(muffled) Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
(AAAAAAAAUUGHHH! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!)
But that's alright because I love the way it hurts
(OH I'M BURNIN'! I-I'M BURNIN'!)
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
(MEDIC!)
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
 [bad word] ON, MAN!)
I love the way you lie.
(Medic slowly shakes his head "no" as a single tear rolls down his cheek)

Is-is anybody even payin' attention to me?