| Orisa, oh
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| Orisa, go
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| Orisa, oh
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| Stand your ground
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| Now, Orisa, go
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| Pull their defences down
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| Orisa, oh
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| Watch over the team
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| Now, Orisa, hold
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| Us together in victory
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| Listen to me, sir, there’s a new individual feature
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| On the scene that’s pleased to meet you
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| Greet Orisa
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| She treats you like a piece of meat on greasy pizza
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| I don’t mean she feeds you, she eats you
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| And leaves the leftover pieces in the freezer
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| You’re frozen in the spot, call it immediate anaesthesia
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| Controlling gravity to make you halt, stay
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| Throwing ammo in your face as casually as Salt Bae
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| A babe aged but a month that does it the old way
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| She holds you in place before you’re fucked, call it foreplay
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| Practicing safe sex, she brought a protective barrier
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| Being beat is a disease and you’re the carrier
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| She’s a tank that leaves you anchored, you wanker
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| You’ll need to flank her for any chance to outrank her
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| How long will it need for you finally to learn?
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| Leaving you burned is her primary concern
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| Orisa, oh
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| Stand your ground
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| Now, Orisa, go
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| Pull their defences down
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| Orisa, oh
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| Watch over the team
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| Now, Orisa, hold
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| Us together in victory
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| With the gun on her waist, she’ll blow your blooming face off
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| Then drop her drum in your base, call it a drum and bass drop
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| Mate, what? | 
| She’s got this game locked
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| It’s too late to stop, rage quit and blame a frame rate drop
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| You ought to be sure not to ignore the order to halt
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| Or she’ll pull you forward with the force of a horns of a bull
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| A portable fortress of awesomeness
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| Brought in to cause an unfortunate fall
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| With the force of a forklift truck
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| That’s falling off a waterfall and crushing all your balls to mush
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| So, if you know what’s good for you then you ought to shush
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| She’ll take on stampedes the size of a pre-order rush
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| She’ll impede and then stamp on each and all of us
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| Nothing breaches through when losers shoot her armour
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| Because it’s amusingly futuristic as Futurama
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| Fortify, halt, fusion driver, supercharger
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| She looks rather like a bull, I wonder who’s the father
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| Orisa, oh
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| Stand your ground
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| Now, Orisa, go
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| Pull their defences down
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| Orisa, oh
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| Watch over the team
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| Now, Orisa, hold
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| Us together in victory |