Junkrat Vs Demoman Rap Battle - JT Music

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 bouncin' high as betty

Send you flyin' 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, because 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?

Ph.D., call me doctor boom

Hope you got a plan B, you’re getting knocked up

Ew I smell trash a-burnin'

Must be this disgusting scrappy vermin

No worry, I’ll demolish the freak

After all, he’s a homage to me

Talkin' 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 my whiskey’s gone

This town ain’t big enough for both of us

Stick around, and someone’s bound to blow it up

Settin' 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 bangin' bank shot — Dynamite

I’m immune to any mine I drop

Boo-Hoo, 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 explodin'

Can’t keep up you’re stuck reloadin'

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

Settin' 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 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

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 talkin' trash

Since you’ve actually set the standard

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

Settin' you on fire

Then I’ll liquify ya

Time to meet your maker

Time that you retire