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 true But I’ll still always get my target if I’m up against you
TRACER: Cheers love, the calvary’s here Overwatch defender, so you’re running 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 strange complexion 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, A 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 true 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? A bother, an annoyance Overcompensating 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 thread Comme ce comme ca, you’ll never kill me Til our next meeting, I bid you adieu Cherie