WIDOWMAKER: 
When I was a girl I was afraid of spiders
Until the thrill of the kill turned me into a sniper
Now it’s one shot one kill, No luck all skill
Emotions nonexistent, My streak always consistent
When I swing by, you know the party’s over
Your body like mine only lifeless and colder
You call yourself a hero, and you put on quite a show
But you fail to remember who won the battle at king’s row
You’re the product of a failure, a miserable pest
you can barely stay intact without that metal on your chest
Overwatch is over. why do you fight?
So eager to pin me down on a rooftop at night
You’re naïve, you’re young, a hyperactive mess
Fighting crime on the side, just to hang onto herself
I maybe heartless, I know that much is [bad word] But I’ll still always get my target if I’m up against you

TRACER:
Cheers love, the calvary’s here
Overwatch defender, so [bad word] in fear
I’m zipping and zapping through enemy lines
Quick to act, follow through, and win every time
Sure, you’re trained and wired for perfection
But that doesn’t do much for your [bad word] You always say you hit targets no matter the score
But I’m still alive so I guess you’re begging for more
Yeah, I lost at King’s row, but it’s just the start
I’ll never let you get away again, cross my heart
At the museum, remember what happened
We fought for a while, and you got totally flattened
Like a spider, ha, get it? You got a widow kind of theme
just you and Reaper, where’s the rest of your team
Taught not to feel anything, slowed down to be cold
You’re just a mindless agent doing as you’re told
I’m blinking, winking, around the entire map
Get confused, lose your aim, when I’m poised to attack
Too fast, can’t keep up and one blast, you’ll blow up send
Your last, try, back up when I’ve flashed, for a win and
I’m a fighter pilot prodigy, time hopping anomaly
Call me a champion, a hero of the storm
You’re a reject design from Battleborn
You were better, I know it’s been erased
Amelie can’t disappear without a trace
So why would you do this? This person isn’t you
You’ve got to remember this façade’s not [bad word] You’re not a heartless killer, you’re a friend, you’re a wife
And I’ll face you head on til you remember that life
I know it’s not ideal, but that’s what heroes do
We fight for justice, and I’ll fight to save you

WIDOWMAKER:
Sweet foolish girl. You can’t seem to recall.
Amelie, she’s gone, that why you took the fall
Believe in the good where there’s nothing else left
That’s how you lose the battle and always end up dead
Can your speed beat my scope or my infared
My reflexes too quick, I’ll pump you full of lead
You don’t really phase me with your lack of grace
All talk and no action, puts you in second place
The woman you once knew is no longer an ally
Take advice from Ana, since I shot her in the eye
What am I looking at? bother, an annoyance [bad word] for your skill with your odd flamboyance
You’re a pesky little fly who fell into my web?
You dance with death on a thin line of [bad word] [bad word] ca, you’ll never kill me
Til our next meeting, I bid you adieu Cherie
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