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