Ban vs Deadpool - Duelo de Titãs

Darling, I'm here! You asked, I'm back
The darling of the replay and jokes, I'm the king!
Look at the retard that is my opponent
Tighter look than Psylocke down there

Must be pissed, they killed your girlfriend
Was there in the VIP box but couldn't do anything
Mr. Madruga, give the hint to this problem
Revenge is never complete, it kills the soul and poisons

Heard my enemy is a damn criminal, face of danger
That I was screwed rhyming with you because you're sick, man, crazy life
But facing you, I only see a pumped up and gray-haired lunatic in tight look
Gay style, you're all wrong and can't even keep your tongue in your mouth

In the cartoon, an immortal seeking money, cool tape
I don't know for those who are watching but to me it looks like a copy
I'm armed, ready to shoot, see if you understand
My gun in Elaine's mouth goes: Bang!

Call me a copy but see who accused
Shitty cosplay of Spider-Man who wants to be Terminator
Wolverine's powers, your failure, lunatic
Only cancer and deficient mind are original

Because the skin is Freddy's, you lose, I don't give in
Your face looks like a plate prepared with bolognese
Sure you'll lose, you're a deplorable trash
Imitates everything and everyone, Wade, you're the Latino of Marvel!

I go hard, I break those who can't take it
The coolest of sins, The Greedy Fox
A lot of shit in the lyrics, looking for trouble then come to fight
Just unfunny joke, this is battle, not stand-up

I came straight from Japan, I'm a phenomenon in the West
Because the plot is intelligent, so Wade, get oriented
Your movie made money, proving a point is what I want
That with blood and swear words any crap succeeds

Watch out Ban, you get banned
You're not as cool as BamBam
It didn't work today, try tomorrow
Get out of the Titans Duel

Don't even try, you can't handle it
I win this dispute
You're not a descendant trapeze artist
But you're a son of a bitch

Wade teaches how to create rhyme, eats pizza, does carnage
I break even the fourth wall of your girl's womb
But well, she's dead, no trouble my friend
For someone who has eaten Death, your girl is a done deal

Talking a lot of shit about my girl
You're confusing her with yours, that fucking slut
I'll hit your face because that's what you want
My rhyme fucks you more than your girl on Women's Day

He's a retard, a failure, full of jokes
To hide the depression of his life being a disaster
No funny or little joke, I humiliate you, fake MC
After me, you won't laugh anymore; hashtag: I farted and left