| Train hard maggots! |
| That’s an order
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| I’m gonna blow up this track — with my knack for mortars
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| At the end of this war you will have no quarter
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| So you best retreat 'cause I’m blasting forward
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| I’m racking up kills so efficiently
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| My weapon’s heavy yet I have skilled mobility
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| 'Cause I’m a rocket man — but I won’t burn out my fuse
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| Haven’t stopped battling since World War II
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| And they rejected me from the army?!
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| I’m a one man militia — must be why they didn’t want me
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| I’ve killed a lot of Nazis — call it my hobby
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| And where were you Pharah? |
| Crying for mommy?! |
| Boo hoo
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| Pain is weakness leaving the body
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| It’s nothing to me 'cause I’m a rocket jockey
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| I can’t take a little Flak — look who can fly now
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| Don’t give her a rifle — she might shoot her eye out
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| See this rocket launcher? |
| I’m self-taught with it
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| Beware my massive splash damage, don’t get caught in it
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| On second thought I could’ve fathered you darlin'
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| But when your jets fail, I won’t honor the fallen
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| Careful old man, you’re not ready for this
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| You couldn’t find a helmet that even fits
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| So find it no surprise that you steadily miss
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| The only soldier I know is 76
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| Now buckle up coward, I’ll show you power
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| I respect veterans, not stolen valor
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| What kind of soldier works alone?
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| You should turn yourself over to a nursing home
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| I fight for justice, you kill for slaughter
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| I’ve been decorated with so many medals of honor
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| Like my mother and father and their mother and father
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| You’re not a dad but I’ll make you cannon fodder
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| Rocket jumping sounds dangerous
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| You must be a masochist if pain is bliss
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| So I guess you asked for this, I’ll aim and just
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| Blast you back 10 years when your game’s a hit
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| Welcome to the future, I’ve got a jetpack
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| You’ve been living in the past, you should get back
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| Now your sins shall be paid for with blood
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| I’m a goddess and justice reigns from above
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| I once killed a man with a god complex
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| Was he responsible for the holocaust? |
| Yes!
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| Call this your dishonorable discharge
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| You won’t even see it coming «Is this just a drill sarge?!»
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| Call yourself a goddess? |
| Now I’m atheist
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| But there’s no better title than a patriot
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| I’ll kill you with this shovel then dig your grave with it
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| There ain’t no place you’re safe from my blast radius
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| So fly against me — come try to end me
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| You’ll find out why these guys aren’t friendly
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| Your fuel’s running low and so is your luck
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| Gliding around — might as well be a sitting duck
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| I’ll drop you before you even start a rocket barrage
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| The only barrage from you will be your body — in parts
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| If I was her dad, this brat — I would never let her fly
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| Stand down, let me fight that 76 guy
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| You’re so beneath me, you could use a boost
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| When I’m done you’re gonna wish you flew the coop
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| If I taught you how to fly, it would be a crash course
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| Thanks for your service — that nobody asked for
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| How do your rockets stack up — you have four?
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| Loading one by one is not fast, can you add more?
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| You don’t wanna waste any, be careful with them
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| 'Cause it won’t take long till my tank’s full again
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| Back into the fray, knockin' tangos down
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| I can’t even count how many I’m layin' out
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| When I’m rockin' my Raptora — I’m superior
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| You’re a dinosaur, I’m a meteor
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| You’re not a part of any army, squad or corps
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| And your pathetic base — I would not call a fort
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| Running low on ammo you cannot at all afford
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| Clearly you never read the art of war |