[Verse 1: War Machine]
Let's go to war, boy, I'm a machine, I thought you knew that
Paint a picture in your blood, everyone's like "Who drew that?"
Put any obstacle in front of me; going through that
Nightwing's a hummingbird, you're battling a deathcat
My cool never comes off, breaking both your thumbs off
You stepped into the ring with a certified war god
They got it wrong in Gotham when this zero was appointed
So let's be honest, B-Wayne would be so disappointed
[Verse 2: Nightwing]
Never disappointed 'cuz I always rise above
Taking flight in the night, a perfect fit for the glove
Of defender; Gotham City one and only new hope
They're screaming for me in the streets, I'm feeling like the new pope
You Iron Man wannabe, though I would take him down too
An overrated follower rockin' a metal clown suit
Drop to the floor and give me twenty for that weak verse
I'm way above your rank, you'll hit the road in a gray hearse
[Verse 3: War Machine]
You're talking awfully big, I see your size through the tights though
They're all voting War Machine, the others are a typo
Come and get your L, since you're messing with the W
I beat you down, body bag, bury deep and shovel you
Skilled as a pilot, king of armed combat
Instead of sending Batman, I'm battling a wombat
My arsenal is massive, I'll take you down with no fight
RIP this little bird bitch will never take flight
Let's go to war, boy, I'm a machine, I thought you knew that
Paint a picture in your blood, everyone's like "Who drew that?"
Put any obstacle in front of me; going through that
Nightwing's a hummingbird, you're battling a deathcat
My cool never comes off, breaking both your thumbs off
You stepped into the ring with a certified war god
They got it wrong in Gotham when this zero was appointed
So let's be honest, B-Wayne would be so disappointed
[Verse 2: Nightwing]
Never disappointed 'cuz I always rise above
Taking flight in the night, a perfect fit for the glove
Of defender; Gotham City one and only new hope
They're screaming for me in the streets, I'm feeling like the new pope
You Iron Man wannabe, though I would take him down too
An overrated follower rockin' a metal clown suit
Drop to the floor and give me twenty for that weak verse
I'm way above your rank, you'll hit the road in a gray hearse
[Verse 3: War Machine]
You're talking awfully big, I see your size through the tights though
They're all voting War Machine, the others are a typo
Come and get your L, since you're messing with the W
I beat you down, body bag, bury deep and shovel you
Skilled as a pilot, king of armed combat
Instead of sending Batman, I'm battling a wombat
My arsenal is massive, I'll take you down with no fight
RIP this little bird bitch will never take flight
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