Gru vs. Bowser versuri

Versuri Freshy Kanal – Gru vs. Bowser lyrics

[Verse 1: Gru (The Stupendium)]
Here’s the deal: nobody leaves until we fight today
They say that I’m the spy, but you must really like to hide away
Don’t get me wrong; I’ve got a trigger, and I will put it still
But don’t you usually just send your kids to foot the Bullet Bill?
I’m papa, not a pacifist! I’ll ice you like an avalanche
I got mechanisms that can’t be matched by your magic man
My gizmos and my gadgets could ravage your little castle land
Go grab your only axe and fall flat on your massive ass again
Gru’s crew’s despicable; move smooth like criminals
Cook through your pitiful Koop Troop like dinner bowls
PEW! PEW! My Minions will nuke you like typical
You lose to literal poop-scoopin’ dеnim bros
(AY!) You hear me? You’re just a tool to that plumbеr
He makes you fall in so many pits, you’d find some use as a plunger
And while you struggle to find a bride to kiss
I’ll go back to my life in bliss with my wife and kids

[Verse 2: Bowser (McGwire), Luigi (Lew Kreedun)]
There are hordes of galaxies that I call mine
Kamek, slide him a moon so he can stop crying
Forget the math of your malfunctioning gadgets
I’ll show you the melt function of flamethrowers at practice
You spend your days playing with puny toys in your basement
Surrounded by your „friends” who only stay if you pay ‘em
You never came out your shell, and now you want to fight Koopas?
Kid, visit a shrink; it’s clear you never grew up
I thought you were supposed to be cold? The man that I see is too weak
Once a notorious foe, now he’s a nanny for three
You were the story they told, used to be living the dream
Now you just read them at home so that your kids fall asleep
And I’m familiar with your family dynamic
You still hustle underground while your brother lives in a mansion (Oh my god!)
Turn that measly group of Twinkies to a cleaning crew
‘Cause they’ll be bleaching rooms for weeks when I’m done beating you

[Verse 3: Minions (Fightmarker, Danii, TaigaTonic, LIME KING), *Doctor Nefario (Lew Kreedun)*]
Hana dul sae, caca banana, gelato
La boda po ka, underwear, qué pasó?
Bi do buttom, mera chota, baboi—
*Wait, maybe try this one…*
SHUH!
WHY YOU TALKIN’ ‘BOUT A NANNY OF 3?
‘CAUSE YOU GOT 8 FUCKIN’ YOUNGINS WITH NO DADDY TO SEE
THEY MIGHT BE DANCING TO PHARRELL, BUT DON’T LOOK HAPPY TO ME
THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT HE WANTS TO CALL HIM „DADDY” IS PEACH
AND WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOUR GOONS, BRUH?! THESE GOOMBAS LOOK LIKE FUCKING GENITALS
THIS GUY’S RULING OVER DICKHEADS
I’M GLAD YOU’RE NOT OUR MASTER, BITCH, YOUR CASTLE DOESN’T MATTER
WHY THE FUCK WE FUCK WITH SOMEBODY SO FUCKED UP OFF A PRINCESS?!

[Verse 4: Bowser Jr. (Freshy Kanal), Koopalings (DillyDally, Lew Kreedun, Dilly Scott, *AnoraVT*, *Freshy Kanal*, *Chi-Chi*, *Shwabadi*, ALL)]
B-B-B-Back it up! Backup’s coming, and there’s no going back
All these butthead bananas know is how to throw it back
Bowser with the J-R takes charge on the airship
Aim far with the cannons; drop this helicopter parent
I could bench press this batch of wimps! Let’s take their lunch money
They’re broke… Morton saw the jam they’re in, then Morton got hungry
MAYDAY, MAYDAY! Scrap with us; I bet you’re gonna crash
PAYDAY, PAYDAY! Ask your bank if they can front the cash
*Drip on my wrists, turn heads when I enter*
*We’ll freeze these assets like their inventor*
*In a snap, we snap at a bitch snacks for the big dog*, *crack at ‘em like hats with a big guac*
*Fact is that your faction is pissed off, asking another castle to get jobs*
*Your lackeys lack the talent,* (*Tell ‘em!*) *trespassed into prison* (*Bars!*)
*Didn’t speak a word, and a life sentence still hit ‘em* (*Hard!*)

[Verse 5: Gru (The Stupendium)]
I spy your plan, turtle: you start your mindless wars
And when supply’s too short, you call in child support
But I’ll adopt your goblins so they can get away
I’ll show ‘em dads can show up to court that’s not for tennis games
You’d think all that time in a miniature prison
Would humble you just a bit, but you’re still too big for your bridges
So witness my master plan! Well, for you, it’s just a Tuesday
You’ll drop in lava like El Macho, but not in a cool way!

[Verse 6: Dry Bowser (McGwire)]
Still in death, my lordship remains; I was forged in the flames
Now I’m the deadliest weaponry this dork ever made
You were born a disgrace, disappointed your mother
At least when you’re torn asunder, she won’t mourn at your grave
Run with your folks now, or we will level your premises
Into a ghost house if you can’t find where the exit is
Darkness envelops you; this is where your game ends
Now I carry the flame of Illumination