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Torbjorn Rap

 

Torbjorn Rap


Strike the hammer to the anvil, another grand kill, forging steel, make you yield to a stand still
My creation, I'm taking down your whole nation, thunderous strikes, it's another patient who needs an advil
I'm soldering wires I'm connecting
Robotic parts; I'm erecting
Robotic hearts; I'm protecting
Psychotic bots; I'm correcting
I'm popping shots and I'm sweating
Leave you on the ground broken, it's you that need repairing
When Torb attacks, your bones are cracked
So pack your bags and don't come back
That's a fact, collecting scrap
You're spending all your effort, can't make a dent into my armor packs
Setting up turrets and guns, locking them on when you run
I'll be blasting billions of bullets, banging you till you're gone
Now hold on son, I'm the smartest percentile
Snipe you cross the map with my rivot projectile
Forged in flames of iron, there's no denying
It's the keenest, meanest Sweedish engineer work that I'm supplying
Undefeated, the quality that's applying
Means that I can sip my drink as I'm watching your team dying
I hear them cheering as I'm working engineering
I'm gearing up for advances, I'm snearing at all your fearing
You're quivering in your boots just at the thought of me appearing
You snivelling little newt, it's your blood that I'll be smearing
Not a dwarf, I'm a monster
Boiling my circuits, overflowing, I'm getting stronger
Ya want to, see this side of me then last start a war
Unleashing this unlocked fury inside of my molten core
I'm the prime of brains over brawn
Ya outta time and you'll never respawn
Backs against the wall, you'll fall, leave you withdrawn
Telling your kids horror stories about Torbjorn

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