Sniper Vs Widowmaker - JT Music

Who’s ready for some thunder from down under?

I’m a professional, the rest are bloody bludgers

Never should’ve ever gotten out of bed, love

You’ll find yourself belly-up, BOOM!

Headshot!

But I’m not done by a longshot yet

A strapping handsome rogue, but I’d call you drop-dead

I’ll make myself a necklace out of your teeth

Cuz I have a plan to kill everyone I meet

Crikey!

I really make sniping look easy

Cuz I do it politely, with a slight bit of cheeky

Bushman’s rules — set up camp and wait

Till you peak your head out, then it’s apples mate

If you knock on death’s door, I’m the one who answers

But unlike my cohorts, I’m the one with standards

So hit me with your best shot, I’ve always been prepared for it

I love this job — though my parents never cared for it

You’d better call them now and say goodbye

This is the spider’s palace, and now you are the fly

You’ll never see me coming, there is nowhere to hide

At the time of the kill, I’ve never felt more alive

You’ve got a rendezvous avec la mort

Adieu mon chou, tu vuex mourir encore?

Amateur, I will lure you into my web

And give this «strapping rogue"a beautiful death

One shot, one kill, movement smooth as silk

Merci beaucoup, you’ve helped to sharpen my skills

Now go to sleep, your fate is written

I’ll haunt your dreams, unless you want me in them

The wall behind you, c’est magnifique!

The perfect canvas for my masterpiece

After every battle, the assassin gets paid

Team Fortress peasants — let them eat cake

Welcome to your funeral, isn’t this so tragic?

I hope no one asks why we had to close your casket

If there’s a code to headshots then you could say I’ve cracked it

Too bad that my class is always on everybody’s blacklist

Honestly, if I had a penny for how many servers I’ve been banned from…

I am always gettings salt from my teammates

C’est la vie

I feel your pain

I still hate you though

I am the sniper who’s been updated

Beware my sight — you will never escape it

My recon visor is the newest tech

I can predict your movement, keeping you in check

Here’s some advice — and later, you’ll thank me

A venom mine awaits you wherever you flank me

Secondary weapon?

Ha, you can keep it

I can switch to full auto anytime I need it

I never get angry, I just get even

My aim is steady, and heart barely beatin'

My rifle can charge up twice as fast

Quick-scoping is the only way that you can last

Now listen, this is no place for children

You play on the ground, while I’m scaling buildings

I know that’s a hard concept to grapple

Now William-tell-me how you let them apples?

I’ll make ya dance, ya snotty little nance

You’re nothing but a show pony, let me see you prance

I don’t need equipment, I use instinct

You’re a glorified wall hack, but I can think

Quickscoping works when I’m dishing out the crits

All because I covered you with a jug of piss

When I’m bored of bolt-action, then me bow will do

I’m running out of places to put holes in you

When it comes to secondaries, at least I got options

Plus a frying pan to give you a bloody drubbin'

Here’s what you and Jane Austen have in common

You’re both dead women — no wonder you’re rotten

Forget about a medic, here’s a mercy kill

You murdered your own husband — was that a thrill?

I’m not a crazed gunman — I’ve got class and manners

Sittin' on the throne like a cozy camper

Out in the wild, you have spent some time

How often have you had to drink piss in your life?

Talk about talent — I’ve been counting kills

All the while you’ve been honing your survival skills

And besides, I’ve never even heard of an aimbot

Should be in photography, with all of my great shots

C’est vrai, I’ll leave a smoking gun

But by the time you find me, the job is already done

All this time I’ve been waiting, and patience is a weapon

Careful which window you choose to stick your head in

You need your team, because you’re weak and slow

When I’m widowmaking, I’ll be working alone

So call your parents, and tell them you love them

They hate your profession, but it won’t be a problem

Soon in time, they’ll be smiling wider

When you tell them you’re about to retire

You won’t be making any widows today

Have yourself a jarate — it’s just fresh lemonade

And mind that little red dot on your forehead

Not your goggles, love, that one means «You're dead»

Anytime you fire, I can follow the trail

You ought to spend time out of doors, you’re lookin' pale

If you wanna build me confidence, it might work

You’re making this so easy, I’m gettin' worse

If we’re talking crackshots, I’ve authored the novel

If you want, step right up, and I’ll give you a gob-full

Bloody hell, you’re awful, all tech and no talent

A wasted investment by the terrorists at Talon

Technically I’m a kiwi, still an Aussie bloke

If you come to the outback, bring along your folks

So you can all line up for a headshot conga

Take notes, Amelie — I’ve been around a lot longer

Welcome to your funeral, isn’t this so tragic?

I hope no one asks why we had to close your casket

If there’s a code to headshots then you could say I’ve cracked it

Too bad that my class is always on everybody’s blacklist