Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Battlefield 1 vs. Call of Duty Infinite Warfare Rap Battle, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XI, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2016
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Battlefield 1 vs. Call of Duty Infinite Warfare Rap Battle |
Battlefield 1, Infinite Warfare |
It’s time to prove yourselves |
In lyrical combat |
Proceed |
Oh, you made another game with space marines |
What next, lightsabers and laser beams? |
We’re keeping it classic, Bogart |
You’re too busy romancing a robot |
These trenches are dark, Stark |
We’re setting a benchmark |
That sets us apart |
You’re set in your ways |
We’re setting alarms |
If you dice with death |
Then expect to get harmed |
Our mixtape drops like mustard gas |
Yours doesn’t even cut the mustard, pass |
Bruv, you’re gonna get rushed and bashed |
Crushed and thwacked with clubs and bats |
Dragged back to the bunker and slumped in a lump |
Your days are numbered, past |
World War One killing further plans |
You might have like Franz Ferdinand |
What you got? |
Our game, it’s called COD |
If you don’t like it, you are odd |
It is such a good game |
That it comes with another game |
You imitate |
We intimidate |
We’re inundated with praise |
Does it irritate? |
You dream it |
We been and did it, mate |
We innovate, move, you’re in the way |
We’re infinitely bored of Infinity Ward |
We saw your fans filing for a divorce |
While infinite be poor |
People instantly warm to this |
It’s indicative we’re in for the awards |
We predict that your income’ll be falling |
Like a wall 'til it’s infinitely small |
See you impotently crawl |
Like an infant, so be warned: |
There’s grown men crying at the incident report |
We’re indiscriminate, it is insignificant if anyone is innocent |
We’re killing you with implements and instruments |
It’s no coincidence that we’re considered infamous |
Your game’s old |
No one likes old stuff |
Such as old bikes with big wheels |
They aren’t good |
Your game must be made of wood |
We’re killing on sight |
Better hold on tight when I drop by, godlike |
I’m turning COD to a bombsite |
Plus I leave a tough guy tongue tied |
Fighting frostbite, blind in the foglight |
It’s not the size of the dog in the fight |
It’s the size of the fight in the dog in the dogfight |
You’re getting hit in the chin |
I’m sitting and sipping a gin |
Give it a minute, you’ll be giving in |
When I’m giving a kicking and killing Infinity Ward |
So ghastly and gory, pro Patria Mori |
I’m a flowing Wilfred Owen |
Oh, and you’ve just been killed with a poem |
A Seven Nation Army couldn’t hold me back |
Your game sucks, ours does not |
Yours is cold, ours is hot |
Sigh, OK, I’ll drop the act |
Oh, god, please stop |
I don’t wanna get sacked |