Battlefield 1 vs. Call of Duty Infinite Warfare Rap Battle (feat. Idubbbz)

(Battlefield one Infinite warfare It's time to prove yourselves in a lyrical combat Proceed Oh, you made another game of space marines What next, lightsabers and laser beams? We're keeping it classic, Bogart You're too busy romancing a robot These trenches are dark Stark We're setting a benchmark That sets us apart You're set in your ways We're setting alarms If you dice with death Then expect to get harmed Our mixtape drops like mustard gas Yours doesn't even cut the mustard pass Bruv, you're going to get rushed and bashed Crushed and thwacked With clubs and bats Dragged back to the bunker and slumped in a lump Your days are numbered, past World war one, killing further plans You might have like Franz Ferdinand (What you got?) Our game It's called COD If you don't like it you are odd It is such A good game That is comes with another game You imitate We intimidate We're indundated with praise Does it irritate? You dream it We been and did it, M8 We innovate move You're in the way, we're infinitely bored Of infinity ward We saw your fans filing for a divorce While infinite be poor People instantly warm to this It's indicative we're in for the awards We predict that your income'll be falling Like a wall 'Til it's infinitely small See you impotently crawl Like an infant, so be warned There's grown men crying at the incident report We're indiscriminate It is insignificant If anyone is innocent We're killing you With impliments and instruments It's no coincidence That we're considered infamous, nah Your game's old No one likes Old stuff Such as old bikes With big wheels They aren't good Your game must be made of wood We're killing on sight Better hold on tight when I drop by Godlike I'm turning COD to a bombsite Plus I leave a tough guy tongue tied Fighting frostbite Blind in the foglight It's not the size of the dog in the fight It's the size of the fight in the dog in the dogfight Your're getting hit in the chin I'm sitting and sipping a gin Give it a minute, you'll be giving in When I'm Giving a kicking and killing infinity ward So ghastly and gory Pro patria mori I'm a flowing Wilfred Owen Oh, and you've just been killed with a poem (Seven nations army couldn't hold me back) Your game sucks Ours does not Yours is cold Ours is hot Sigh, okay, I'll drop the act Oh, God, please stop I don't want to get sacke (Uh-huh)