Torbjorn Vs Engineer Rap Battle

Ash fills the air among spirals of smoke
Hammer smash anvils, the fire is stoked
Masters of craftsmanship shall clash

Excuse me, can we do a way without a dramatic intro?
Oi, let's get into the action
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 had trouble tryna 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
And stop selling your weapons, you're making 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 oughtta upgrade, let me give you a hand
Otherwise you won't have a leg on which you can stand
I'll call ya Long John Silver, it's a pleasure, captain
But the only treasure you'll get is what I've been scrapping

Keep your scrap 'cause I don't need your scrap
My turret's ready, don't ask where I was keeping 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
Till 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 your turrent do the work, I'll be hammering 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
You're 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' hardball
You're an easy target when you're wider than you are tall
It won't only be your toes that I'm stepping 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 turret's 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'll bludgeon your face and I aim to improve it
If my crew can't find health, they don't deserve it
I'm a fully 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 looking at him

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 killstreak, 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 launching 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



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

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