Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Junkrat Vs Demoman Rap Battle, artist - JT Music.
Date of issue: 14.12.2018
Song language: English
Junkrat Vs Demoman Rap Battle |
Like a RIP-Tire, to a lit match |
I’m about to explode on this track |
That’s right, Junkrat Primed and ready |
I’ll have you bouncin' high as betty |
Send you flyin' right outta your boots |
I’d call that a fine howdyado |
Demoman, better head back to your base |
Oh wait — I flattened the place |
I get paid loads thanks to payloads |
No joke — I’ll leave your bank broke |
Lay low, because I’m on a roll |
Get it? |
Fire in the hole! |
You look sad like a bomb that got defused |
Are you mad that I have more balls than you? |
Ph.D., call me doctor boom |
Hope you got a plan B, you’re getting knocked up |
Ew I smell trash a-burnin' |
Must be this disgusting scrappy vermin |
No worry, I’ll demolish the freak |
After all, he’s a homage to me |
Talkin' explosives? |
I wrote the book |
Everything you know, you just took |
You’re not my rival, you’re just a fan |
Junkrat’s first name must be stan |
All he wanted was an autograph |
I’ll sign a grenade and launch it back |
Mine move faster, hide you bastard |
Area controlled, time to capture |
I’ve got plenty of sticky-bombs |
Your wimpy mines are gimpy ones |
So come a little closer, click you’re done |
Bloody hell my whiskey’s gone |
This town ain’t big enough for both of us |
Stick around, and someone’s bound to blow it up |
Settin' you on fire |
Then I’ll liquify ya |
Time to meet your maker |
Time that you retire |
Oh what a day, what a lovely day |
For mayhem, wouldn’t ya say |
You call me a fan, but I do your job better |
Whenever you’re off on another long bender |
What a role model, hungover much? |
Throw you in the drunk tank — sober up |
Even if you’re not in my line of sight |
I got a bangin' bank shot — Dynamite |
I’m immune to any mine I drop |
Boo-Hoo, you lost an eye, Cyclops |
I lost my whole leg and yet |
I still find a way to stay a step ahead |
I take no fall damage, ain’t afraid of heights |
Survived an apocalypse, it was a delight |
Even if you kill me, I’m not done explodin' |
Can’t keep up you’re stuck reloadin' |
You’ve got a few tangled wires |
Forget explosives stick with tires |
You may have range, I’m an expert in melee |
I’ll take a nine iron right to your brain, mate |
What a pansy, prancing around |
Head full of eyeballs — I’ll whack 'em out |
You want the high ground? |
I wouldn’t dare |
I can strate while I’m in the air |
I’ve got skill, you need only luck |
Guts and glory! |
Mostly guts |
They’ll have to glue you back together in hell |
With a closed casket at your wake as well |
Keep your gold, I have intelligence |
You’re a psycho, I fight with elegance |
Turn this rat to a pile of junk |
Even while I’m half blind and drunk |
This town ain’t big enough for both of us |
Stick around, and someone’s bound to blow it up |
Settin' you on fire |
Then I’ll liquify ya |
Time to meet your maker |
Time that you retire |
I do have a high IQ |
By that, I mean income quota |
The only cache you’ll take from me |
Is the kind that’ll blow up |
Nobody knows who you are anymore |
This rap is your resurrection |
You’re nowhere near my level |
Then again, you lack the depth perception |
Just read the comments under this song |
Something tells me, you’re gonna bomb |
My bodyguard will bust you up |
Argh, what is gonna shut you up |
My limp won’t hinder victory |
Since I have the better hand |
You laid the blueprints for me |
You’re truly a demo, man |
If I’m your blueprint |
Why aren’t you an improvement? |
You’re a lightweight, and a nuisance |
With a sidekick who thinks you’re useless |
The outback taught you survival skills |
But you’re not built for fighting |
If you’re so rich then where’d you get |
Your weapons? |
dumpster diving? |
Now we’re talkin' trash |
Since you’ve actually set the standard |
Beware the dangers of radiation |
Wait — you are the cancer |
My liver’s in better shape than you |
And I drink as much as you weigh — times two |
Not so bloody cocksure now? |
Head on home to Junkertown |
Oh, that’s right you got locked out! |
This town ain’t big enough for both of us |
Stick around, and someone’s bound to blow it up |
Settin' you on fire |
Then I’ll liquify ya |
Time to meet your maker |
Time that you retire |