Текст песни Junkrat Vs Demoman Rap Battle - JT Music

Y'know, I'm no DJ
But you can always count on me to spin that sh-

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 how do ya' do
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?
PHD, 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

You should grow some hair on your face
You wee, little lad

Oh what a day, what a lovely day (For what?)
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
"Oh, what is gonna shut you up?"
My limp won't hinder victory
Since I have the better head
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