Текст песни JT Music - Torbjorn Vs Engineer Rap Battle
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Ash fills the air among spirals of smoke Hammers smash anvils, the fire is stoked Masters of craftsmanship shall clash Excuse me can we get away with a dramatic intro? Ayy, let's get into the action Oh, I hope you're ready, bucko Go ahead and build 'em up You're still a short stack At four foot seven, I kind of adore that No wonder I have trouble trying To find where Torb's at Tolkien just called, he'd like his dwarf back You have a degree, How did you forge that? I've got eleven from attack to support - fact Better rev up that old molten core stat And get your burn on Because you only store fat Wanna be a viking? You gotta be taller Stop selling your weapons You're makin' omnics stronger Then you got lazy when You stopped making armor But I'll give you an olive branch if I can talk to your daughter You ought to upgrade, let me give you a hand Otherwise you won't have a leg On which you can stand I'll call you long john silver It's a pleasure captain But only treasure you'll get is What I been scrappin' Keep your scrap 'cause I don't need your scrap My turrets ready Don't ask where I was keepin' that I'm a walking furnace Turn up the heat to max Shed your tears, Engineer I believe you're sapped Congratulations on your education This Texan's potential hasn't been wasted 'Til we face off Then he'll walk on fresh coals That'll be a warm-up for when His feet get cold see I don't need a Triple decker sentry defense You let your turret do the work I'll be hammerin' heads At any distance, I'm fit for any positioning I've written your obituary and it is riveting You know, for such a burly guy Your sure not the "get your hands dirty" type You just sit back relax And observe the fight Here's a professional courtesy, diversify You got a bad case of napoleon syndrome But at least Mr bonaparte knew How to win some Diversification is my certification Teleporters and health dispensers? I Can make 'em Now whip out your tennis launcher We're playin' hard ball You're an easy target when you're Wider than you are tall It won't only be your toes That I'm steppin' on i know you're Swedish But I still think you're a leprechaun Call me what you want I might as well be mythical With my unmatched skills in Crafting at their pinnacle Like Tony Stark, just vertically challenged You're redneck trash Nothing for me to salvage You think a single turrets all I've amounted? I have outfitted armies The numbers are countless It's how I built my legacy My name is reputed Now I'm bludgeon your face And I aim to improve it If my crew can't find health They don't deserve it I'm a full blown DPS, and I've earned it I'm a sure shot, and not just a marksman I've got seven daughters Keep your eyes off them I drop the gavel, and my enemies scatter Ain't the size of the man But his hammer that matters I could outlast you on health and armor alone Hold up a second, Brigitte's calling my phone (Hello darling no you're not going out with A boy I haven't met What do you mean I know him?) You're lookin' at him Ahhh! Calm down you old war profiteer Don't wanna make Thanksgiving Awkward this year Listen Toblerone, don't you overload You wanna keep your head when You step in the rodeo 'Cause you're as good as dead Unless Reinhardt's with ya' But I can promise I'll be Real nice to Brigitte that's a molten roast You wanna give me some Hell Why don't we let our Handiwork speak for it'self Turret activated with my verse deployed By the time you set up your sentry You'll see your work destroyed Within an instant I'm ready Even at a distance I'm deadly My ammunition is endless So your attrition is steady When I'm on the payload I'll effectively defend it If my builder's on a kill-streak Give me the credit This is Swedish engineering from An expert designer Don't American sentries get sent Over from China? I'm a homegrown machine See the guns I'm toting You don't begin to compare to me You're a one-trick pony Stupid little peashooter look I'm launchin' rockets If you see me getting upgrades You'll wanna stop it Throw a wrench in my plans And I'll just improve Plus I'm easy to relocate always on the move Back to the drawing board Torb With these blueprints 'Cause whatever wasn't broken You don't need to fix Beep boop, beep boop Aw shit Ha ha, just in time Bastion, thank you Beep boop I wasn't hit over my head Turrets spot Torbjorn Oh fu- Смотрите также:
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Смотрите оружие, которое я обретаю
Ты не начинаешь сравнивать со мной
Ты пони с одним из них
Глупый маленький писатель
Я запускаю ракеты
Если вы видите, что я получаю обновления
Ты захочешь остановить это
Бросить гаечный ключ в мои планы
И я просто улучшиюсь
Плюс меня легко переезжать в путь
Вернуться к чертежной доске Торб
С этими чертежами
Потому что все, что не было сломано
Вам не нужно исправлять
Beep Boop, Beep Boop
О, дерьмо
Ха -ха, как раз во времени, бастион, спасибо
Beep Boop
Меня не ударили по голове
Турреты выставляют Торбджорн
О, фу-
