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He protects the small, the poor
Everything else, he can ignore
For his trusty shield by his side
Unfolded and huge, he charges in blind
The defending team is pretty much dead
Because they should've surrendered to what B I G Monty just said
And that's precisely it, nothing at all
much quieter than Mute, he stands tall
The bullets do nothing
The grenades bounce off
Because B I G Mont
Will never go soft
He and three others, stand to attack
Those bullies that once beat Mont over the back
They stand as one, taking the room
Sooner or later, they hear a boom