Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To

Alright Morrison, it's time to settle our differences...
In a rap battle!
None of that hip-hop garbage... gimme something that rocks
Oh yeah... I can work with this!
Hey, Jack, no hard feelings when I slaughter you on this track!
Ha, such a comedian

Before we get started I must apologize
I'm not a hero anymore, so I'm not gonna be nice
I'm a soldier, who put the world on his shoulders
You're just a ghost who can't hold his composure
I'm older, but I'm getting better with age
Call this a eulogy, you're getting sent to your grave
Old dog, new tricks, my bite's as bad as my bark
I can't help kicking your ass, old habits die hard

I've been to the grave, I've already come back
But I'll be at your funeral, and I'll look good in black
I'll be undertaking while you're Overwatching
Trust me, I'm not the only dead man walking
I always got annoyed when you played boy scout
Then you got destroyed, how's unemployment now?
You were never a commander with an ass I would kiss
Speaking of which, 76, put your sights on this

I'm not pointing fingers, I won't say who betrayed us
But we've got a weak link, his name is Gabriel Reyes

It's easy to make me a scapegoat for the blame
While you're the head of Overwatch taking all of the praise
On the Blackwatch, my job was the hardest
You called yourself a hero while I'm hauling your garbage

I never pegged you as the whiny kind of guy
What you gonna do, Gabe? Cry, cry, cry?

In with the old, out with the new
They don't make'em like they used to
Kids these days got it easy
Try as hard as they want, they're not gonna be me
Justice and vengeance, in an epic standoff
You might call us old news, but don't call me grandpa!

Back in Switzerland, we both survived the blast
All you had to show for it was a minor scratch

But these scars go deeper, you should see that, Reaper
The only reason I was leader is because you were weaker

I'll feast on your soul like a wholesome snack
I have no moral code that will hold me back

I'm not with Overwatch, I don't roll like that
Just goes to show, you don't know Jack

Death walks, with a couple of shotguns
You'd better run when it blossoms

Spraying and praying, you ain't even aiming
My Tactical Visor is activating
I don't see Mercy, better find a nurse
I know you're into black magic, but I'm your curse

You're a washed-up has-been, better get practice
Lookin' like a burnout with his letterman jacket

In with the old, out with the new
They don't make'em like they used to
We've been fightin' since the Crisis
I got a lot of war stories for my kids
Rainin' shells, and Pulse Grenades
Everybody better get to shelter
Hasn't anyone told ya to respect your elders

You reap what you sow, check your ego
And keep that mask on, you demon freakshow

You're a walking clichè, I'm a sleek bandito
Say "hasta la vista", mi amigo

I'm an army of one, punk, get off my lawn

I'm on the graveyard shift, and I'll finish the job

Sorry, but it doesn't count if you finish it badly
I'll keep you in line, who's your daddy?
Oh... this is awkward...

Oh please, I've never laughed harder
How could either one of you believe that Pharah was your daughter?

So you're telling us now

That it can't be one of us?

I wouldn't tell you two, even if she was
Between your petty insults, rhymes that are boring
I can't believe for once that I'm the one snoring
You have the gall to call yourself grown men?
Ha! Just remember, mother knows best

In with the old, out with the new
They don't make'em like they used to
Kids these days got it easy
Try as hard as they want, they're not gonna be me
Justice and vengeance, in an epic standoff
You might call us old news, but don't call me grandma

An eye for an eye
You can't bargain with death
It's time to put this battle to rest
He started it
Augh, shut up
Shhh...



Credits
Writer(s): John Warren Gelardi, Timothy Christian Ames
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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