Lyrics Mr. Brigitteside - Dan Bull

Mr. Brigitteside

One by one, the heroes in this era keep appearing
Rearing up from apprenticeships
And smashing through that glass ceiling
Mechanical engineering
What the hell is that «ting ting», you’re hearing?
That is the sound of the beat of the hammer and anvil
And heated up steel congealing
Forged in fire and flame, causing violent pain
Fortifying and multiplying the likelihood of winning games
I can’t describe the way you’ll feel when you meet her
Fearlessnss of the meter, sh’s a steel señorita
Who’s the shield-wielding Sheila?
You’re dealing with Brigitte
When she wails on you with that flail, she’ll be like «See ya, Felicia»
From McCree to Orisa
Baptiste to Athena and Lena, Fareeha
To Ziegler and D. Va and Reaper
No being breathing’s as elite as Brigitte
They say the «The best defense is an excellent offense»
Brigitte says «The best offense is an excellent defense»
I say «Wait, if the best defense and offense are the same, well then
This statement’s tautologically extraneous excess»
But Brigitte won’t let that get in the way of her success
In fact just shut your anal retentive face, lay that shit to rest
Put it to bed unless you want blood on your head
Look, mate, this discussion’s finished
So let’s get some Guinness in the pub instead
Hanging out with Reinhardt, more than Stephane Grappelli
In the tavern 'til they have an entire keg in their belly
Don’t care if it’s CAMRA certified, they’re just there to get lairy
Get blind drunk, 'til it’s time to say goodbye
Like Andrea Bocelli, steady!
Smacking arses with a massive rod above her
If that’s not enough, she’ll gladly drop another
Crafting armor’s like a badge of honor for her
Can’t tell if she takes after, father or her mother
But only her daddy is matching her blacksmithing skills
Rally round the family with a pocket full of shields
She’s shit hot with the whip shot
Dealing out more batterings than a chip shop
Swiping these idiots, left and right
As if she was mixing up Tinder and Tik-Tok
Wish I could see her in thongs, what’s the matter, you sick fuck?
I meant flip flops, by the by
Who’d have thunk a bunch of nerds
Would be bringing back lyricism into hip-hop?
Forged in fire and flame, causing violent pain
Fortifying and multiplying the likelihood of winning games
I can’t describe the way you’ll feel when you meet her
Fearlessness of the meter, she’s a steel señorita
Who’s the shield-wielding Sheila?
You’re dealing with Brigitte
When she wails on you, with that flail, she’ll be like «See ya, Felicia»
From McCree to Orisa
Baptiste to Athena and Lena, Fareeha
To Ziegler and D. Va and Reaper
No being breathing’s as elite as Brigitte
Brigitte, Brigitte
Get to know the rover, watch hero, one thing this one’s Brigitte
Brigitte, Brigitte
Get to know the rover, watch hero, one thing this one’s Brigitte