Quadeca, Didac - Robben vs Di Maria Rap Battle lyrics
[Quadeca, Didac - Robben vs Di Maria Rap Battle lyrics]
My name is Robben, I'm robbin' you of this victory
All these heads are noddin', applaudin' while I make history
Don't you know you're rotten, forgotten? You are a mystery
To me, you're not an option, get lost, and that's about it from me
Nah, I'm just kiddin' and my dribblin's ridiculous
I'm winnin' this, score ten times your goal total in a minute
I'm the best RM and anyone can see I'm the winner
Your name is "Angel", but to the football gods, you're a sinner
You're a sideman to the Batman; you're just a little Robin
I'm the winner, I'm The Joker, get ready for your coffin
Make sure to get your goggles and put your diving cap on
And since you're such a pussy, please get your tampon
I'm the best, I'm the pace-iest, thought I was an aethiest
Till I found out I'm a god, I always win like a Patriot
Dif'rent sport? Doesn't matter- you're shattered and you're splattered
You're just a bald old man who can't control his bladder
The only way you're better's with an attribute card
You're chicken, repeatedly murder you like a factory farm
Just look at the ratings- you know that says it all
Ev'ryone cringes every time that you get the ball
When it's your turn, you don't step onto the platform
I win the Champions League or any trophy that you ask for
I am the master, you're slower and I am faster
Just compare the stats and you'll see this rap battle's a disaster
Your name says it, you're a criminal, I'm an angel, it's biblical
Try to take me out- you can't, 'cause I'm practic'ly invicible
My skills are inexplicable, in charge, like the principal
Don't mess with me, I'll beat you down with one syllable
You might be faster, doesn't matter 'cause I'd rather have swagger
Than look like a bad grandpa with a broken bladder
When I look at you, I see an ugly Dutch
Are you diving or did you fall? I'll bring you your crutch
All these heads are noddin', applaudin' while I make history
Don't you know you're rotten, forgotten? You are a mystery
To me, you're not an option, get lost, and that's about it from me
Nah, I'm just kiddin' and my dribblin's ridiculous
I'm winnin' this, score ten times your goal total in a minute
I'm the best RM and anyone can see I'm the winner
Your name is "Angel", but to the football gods, you're a sinner
You're a sideman to the Batman; you're just a little Robin
I'm the winner, I'm The Joker, get ready for your coffin
Make sure to get your goggles and put your diving cap on
And since you're such a pussy, please get your tampon
I'm the best, I'm the pace-iest, thought I was an aethiest
Till I found out I'm a god, I always win like a Patriot
Dif'rent sport? Doesn't matter- you're shattered and you're splattered
You're just a bald old man who can't control his bladder
The only way you're better's with an attribute card
You're chicken, repeatedly murder you like a factory farm
Just look at the ratings- you know that says it all
Ev'ryone cringes every time that you get the ball
When it's your turn, you don't step onto the platform
I win the Champions League or any trophy that you ask for
I am the master, you're slower and I am faster
Just compare the stats and you'll see this rap battle's a disaster
Your name says it, you're a criminal, I'm an angel, it's biblical
Try to take me out- you can't, 'cause I'm practic'ly invicible
My skills are inexplicable, in charge, like the principal
Don't mess with me, I'll beat you down with one syllable
You might be faster, doesn't matter 'cause I'd rather have swagger
Than look like a bad grandpa with a broken bladder
When I look at you, I see an ugly Dutch
Are you diving or did you fall? I'll bring you your crutch