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  • Текст песни JT Music - Torbjorn Vs Engineer Rap Battle

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    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 your 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 it'self

    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

    Turrets spot Torbjorn

    Oh fu-

    Смотрите оружие, которое я обретаю
    Ты не начинаешь сравнивать со мной
    Ты пони с одним из них
    Глупый маленький писатель
    Я запускаю ракеты
    Если вы видите, что я получаю обновления
    Ты захочешь остановить это
    Бросить гаечный ключ в мои планы
    И я просто улучшиюсь
    Плюс меня легко переезжать в движение
    Вернуться к чертежной доске Торб
    С этими чертежами
    Потому что все, что не было сломано
    Вам не нужно исправлять

    Beep Boop, Beep Boop

    О, дерьмо

    Ха -ха, как раз во времени, бастион, спасибо

    Beep Boop

    Меня не ударили по голове

    Турреты выставляют Торбджорн

    О, фу-

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