Junkrat vs Demoman Rap Battle

(альбом: JT XVII - 2019)

Ya know, I'm no DJ
But you can always count on me to spin that sh-!

Like a rip-tire, to a lit match
I'm about to explode on this track
That's right, Junkrat primed and ready
I'll have you bouncing high as Betty
Send you flying right outta your boots
I'd call that a fine howdyado
Demoman, better head back to your base
Oh wait, I flattened the place
I get paid loads thanks to payloads
No joke I'll leave your bank broke
Lay low, 'cause I'm on a roll
Get it? Fire in the hole
You look sad like a bomb that got defused
Are you mad that I have more balls than you?
PhD, call me Doctor Boom
Hope you got a plan B, you're getting knocked up

Ew, I smell trash a-burning
Must be this disgusting scrappy vermin
No worry, I'll demolish the freak
After all, he's a homage to me
Talking explosives? I wrote the book
Everything you know, you just took
You're not my rival, you're just a fan
Junkrat's first name must be Stan
All he wanted was an autograph
I'll sign a grenade and launch it back
Mine move faster, hide you bastard
Area controlled, time to capture
I've got plenty of sticky-bombs
Your wimpy mines are gimpy ones
So come a little closer, click you're done
Bloody hell, me whiskey's gone

This town ain't big enough for both of us
Stick around, and someone's bound to blow it up
Setting you on fire, then I'll liquify ya
Time to meet your maker, time that you retire

Oh what a day, what a lovely day
For mayhem, wouldn't ya say?
You call me a fan but I do your job better
Whenever you're off on another long bender
What a role model, hungover much?
Throw you in the drunk tank sober up
Even if you're not in my line of sight
I got a banging bankshot dynamite
I'm immune to any mine I drop
Boohoo, you lost an eye, Cyclops
I lost my whole leg and yet
I still find a way to stay a step ahead
I take no fall damage, ain't afraid of heights
Survived an apocalypse, it was a delight
Even if you kill me, I'm not done exploding
Can't keep up? You're stuck reloading

You've got a few tangled wires
Forget explosives, stick with tires
You may have range, I'm an expert in melee
I'll take a nine iron right to your brain mate
What a pansy, prancing around
Head full of eyeballs, I'll whack 'em out
You want the high ground, I wouldn't dare
I can strate while I'm in the air
I've got skill, you need only luck
Guts and glory! Mostly guts
They'll have to glue you back together in hell
With a closed casket at your wake as well
Keep your gold, I have intelligence
You're a psycho, I fight with elegance
Turn this rat to a pile of junk
Even while I'm half blind and drunk

This town ain't big enough for both of us
Stick around, and someone's bound to blow it up
Setting you on fire, then I'll liquify ya
Time to meet your maker, time that you retire

I do have a high IQ, by that I mean income quota
The only cache you'll take from me is the kind that'll blow up
Nobody knows who you are anymore, this rap is your resurrection (you're welcome!)
You're nowhere near my level, then again you lack the depth perception
Just read the comments under this song
Something tells me you're gonna bomb
My bodyguard will bust you up
Argh, what is gonna shut you up
My limp won't hinder victory since I have the better hand
You laid the blueprints for me, you're truly a demo man

If I'm your blueprint, why aren't you an improvement?
You're a lightweight and a nuisance
With a sidekick who thinks you're useless (true!)
The outback taught you survival skills
But you're not built for fighting
If you're so rich then where'd you get your weapons, dumpster diving?
Now we're talking trash since you've actually set that standard (dumbass!)
Beware the dangers of radiation, wait, you are the cancer
My liver's in better shape than you
And I drink as much as you weigh times two
Not so bloody cocksure now?
Head on home to Junkertown
Oh that's right, you got locked out

This town ain't big enough for both of us
Stick around, and someone's bound to blow it up
Setting you on fire, then I'll liquify ya
Time to meet your maker, time that you retire