Mr. Brigitte Side

Brigitte, Brigitte, Brigitte, rah!

One by one, the heroes in this era, keep appearing
Rearing up from apprenticeships, and smashing through that glass ceiling
Mechanical engineering, what the hell is that "ting ting", you're hearing?
That is the sound of the beat, of the hammer and anvil, and heated up steel congealing

Forged in fire and flame, causing violent pain
Fortifying and multiplying, the likelihood of winning games
I can't describe the way you'll feel, when you meet her
Fearlessness of the meter, she's a steel señorita
Who's the shield wielding Sheila?, you're dealing with Brigitte
When she wails on you, with that flail, she'll be like "see ya Felicia"
From McCree to Orisa
Baptiste to Athena, and Lena, Fareeha
To Ziegler and D.Va, and Reaper
No being breathing's, as elite as Brigitte

They say the "the best defense, is an excellent offense"
Brigitte says "the best offense, is an excellent defense" (Well)
I say "wait, if the best defense and offense are the same, well then
This statement's tautologically extraneous excess" (What was that?!)
But Brigitte won't let that, get in the way of her success
In fact just shut your anal retentive face, lay that shit to rest (Mate)
Put it to bed, unless you want blood on your head
Look mate, this discussion's finished, so let's get some Guinness in the pub instead
Hanging out with Reinhardt, more than Stephane Grappelli
In the tavern, 'til they have an entire keg in their belly
Don't care if it's CAMRA certified, they're just there to get lairy
Get blind drunk, 'til it's time to say goodbye, like Andrea Bocelli, steady!
Smacking arses, with a massive rod above her
If that's not enough, she'll gladly drop another
Crafting armor's, like a badge of honor for her
Can't tell if she takes after, father or her mother
But only her daddy, is matching her blacksmithing skills
Rally round the family, with a pocket full of shields
She's shit hot with the whip shot, dealing out more batterings than a chip shop
Swiping these idiots, left and right, as if she was mixing up Tinder, and Tik-Tok
Wish I could see her in thongs, what's the matter, you sick fuck?, I meant flip flops
By the by, who'd have thunk, a bunch of nerds, would be bringing back lyricism into hip hop

Forged in fire and flame, causing violent pain
Fortifying and multiplying, the likelihood of winning games
I can't describe the way you'll feel, when you meet her
Fearlessness of the meter, she's a steel señorita
Who's the shield wielding Sheila?, you're dealing with Brigitte
When she wails on you, with that flail, she'll be like "see ya Felicia"
From McCree to Orisa
Baptiste to Athena, and Lena, Fareeha
To Ziegler and D.Va, and Reaper
No being breathing's, as elite as Brigitte

Brigitte, Brigitte
Get to know the rover, watch hero, one thing this one's Brigitte
Brigitte, Brigitte
Get to know the rover, watch hero, one thing this one's Brigitte