Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Torbjorn Vs Engineer Rap Battle, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 06.12.2019
Song language: English
Torbjorn Vs Engineer Rap Battle |
| Ash fills the air among spirals of smoke |
| Hammers smash anvils, the fire is stoked |
| Masters of craftsmanship shall clash |
| Excuse me, can we get away with a dramatic intro? |
| Ayy, let’s get into the action |
| Oh, I hope you’re ready, bucko |
| Go ahead and build 'em up, you’re still a short stack |
| At four foot seven, I kind of adore that |
| No wonder I have trouble trying to find where Torb’s at |
| Tolkien just called, he’d like his dwarf back |
| You have a degree, How did you forge that? |
| I’ve got eleven from attack to support — fact |
| Better rev up that old molten core stat |
| And get your burn on, because you only store fat |
| Wanna be a viking? |
| You gotta be taller |
| Stop selling your weapons, you’re makin' omnics stronger |
| Then you got lazy when you stopped making armor |
| But I’ll give you an olive branch if I can talk to your daughter |
| You ought to upgrade, let me give you a hand |
| Otherwise you won’t have a leg on which you can stand |
| I’ll call you long john silver, it’s a pleasure captain |
| But only treasure you’ll get is what I been scrappin' |
| Keep your scrap, 'cause I don’t need your scrap |
| My turrets ready, don’t ask where I was keepin' that |
| I’m a walking furnace, turn up the heat to max |
| Shed your tears, Engineer, I believe you’re sapped |
| Congratulations on your education |
| This Texan’s potential hasn’t been wasted |
| 'Til we face off, then he’ll walk on fresh coals |
| That’ll be a warm-up for when his feet get cold |
| See I don’t need a triple decker sentry defense |
| You let you’re turret do the work, I’ll be hammerin' heads |
| At any distance, I’m fit for any positioning |
| I’ve written your obituary and it is riveting |
| You know, for such a burly guy |
| Your sure not the «get your hands dirty» type |
| You just sit back relax, and observe the fight |
| Here’s a professional courtesy, diversify |
| You got a bad case of napoleon syndrome |
| But at least Mr. Bonaparte knew how to win some |
| Diversification is my certification |
| Teleporters and health dispensers? |
| I can make 'em |
| Now whip out your tennis launcher, we’re playin' hard ball |
| You’re an easy target when you’re wider than you are tall |
| It won’t only be your toes that I’m steppin' on |
| I know you’re Swedish, but I still think you’re a leprechaun |
| Call me what you want, I might as well be mythical |
| With my unmatched skills in crafting at their pinnacle |
| Like Tony Stark, just vertically challenged |
| You’re redneck trash, nothing for me to salvage |
| You think a single turrets all I’ve amounted? |
| I have outfitted armies, the numbers are countless |
| It’s how I built my legacy, my name is reputed |
| Now I’m bludgeon your face, and I aim to improve it |
| If my crew can’t find health they don’t deserve it |
| I’m a full blown DPS, and I’ve earned it |
| I’m a sure shot, and not just a marksman |
| I’ve got seven daughters, keep your eyes off them |
| I drop the gavel, and my enemies scatter |
| Ain’t the size of the man, but his hammer that matters |
| I could outlast you on health and armor alone |
| Hold up a second, Brigitte’s calling my phone |
| (Hello darling |
| No you’re not going out with a boy I haven’t met |
| What do you mean I know him?) |
| You’re lookin' at him |
| Ahhh! |
| Calm down you old war profiteer |
| Don’t wanna make Thanksgiving awkward this year |
| Listen Toblerone, don’t you overload |
| You wanna keep your head when you step in the rodeo |
| 'Cause you’re as good as dead unless Reinhardt’s with ya' |
| But I can promise I’ll be real nice to Brigitte |
| That’s a molten roast, you wanna give me some Hell |
| Why don’t we let our handiwork speak for itself |
| Turret activated with my verse deployed |
| By the time you set up your sentry, you’ll see your work destroyed |
| Within an instant I’m ready, even at a distance I’m deadly |
| My ammunition is endless, so your attrition is steady |
| When I’m on the payload, I’ll effectively defend it |
| If my builder’s on a kill-streak, give me the credit |
| This is Swedish engineering from an expert designer |
| Don’t American sentries get sent over from China? |
| I’m a homegrown machine, see the guns I’m toting |
| You don’t begin to compare to me, you’re a one-trick pony |
| Stupid little peashooter look I’m launchin' rockets |
| If you see me getting upgrades you’ll wanna stop it |
| Throw a wrench in my plans, and I’ll just improve |
| Plus I’m easy to relocate always on the move |
| Back to the drawing board Torb, with these blueprints |
| 'Cause whatever wasn’t broken, you don’t need to fix |
| Beep boop, beep boop |
| Aw shit |
| Ha ha, just in time Bastion, thank you |
| Beep boop |
| I wasn’t hit over my head |
| Oh fu--- |