It's Bloody Roadhog - Dan Bull, Anything4Views

It’s bloody Roadhog

Ay, it’s Chad and I’m really fat

It’s bloody Roadhog

You know, I kind of look like Roadhog

Is this, is this why you asked me

To be part of your Roadhog rap, Dan?

It’s bloody Roadhog, that bloke what don’t knock the door

Before he blows all your clothes off, so what?

Your number’s up like he’s scrolling through your phone log

You’re just another Joe Bloggs, learning that there’s no God

Twisted Jehovah’s witness sticking shit through your postbox

Hopping on the chopper, rode off, you know he won’t stop

For nothing but a robbery, a sloppy joe or blowjob

The saggy pantsed avalanche to your snow-drop

Flows hotter than a smoke shop stove top

Big belly flopping, stopping any deadly bowshot

He’s his own boss, road up to a roadblock

And told cops he’s robbing them

So sorry for the hold up, oh fu-

Rock and roll, frog and toad

Hot and cold, lock and load

No one else gotten close, bruv

Heavy as a truck, rigged up, fingerless gloves

Knuckle dusters and a thumb ring, ready to ruck big

Going up against this bugger is a tough gig

Feel the hooks dig, bleeding like a stuck pig

Grammatic anarchist, no fucks gived

Oh no, he didn’t go there, he just did!

Alright, I’m gonna do the Roadhog thing

Okay, you ready?

Just when you reckon this rap’s run amok

I pull a Roadhog and drag you right back with the hook

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

Stopping your life story during the prologue

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

Nothing but flows, no build-up and no drop

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

You can go sod yourself with your own knob

Down and dirty, below the belt is how he fights

Gut busting, belly button is the outie-type

As if his belt size isn’t an unhealthy sign

Why lose weight now?

Another day there’ll still be time

He’ll be fine, filthy minded, filthy swine

Guilty of crimes of the kill people kind

Messy pig, prime specimen, try and get him in a bind

And you’re like to find your lifeline lessening

Lying little swines, I’ve a life lesson, listen in

When life gives you lemons, make a mess of 'em

When you’re contaminated with that much radiation

You’ll have to gas mask your face up to save your bacon

When people are face to face with a danger dealer

They could either make a meal of it or take a breather

Break a case of beer, chase it with a plate of quesadilla

Taste the meat, appreciate the flavour, bacon squealer

An impatiant diva meets an Australian geezer

Then eats enough greasy stuff to create a seizure

Blazing reefers then blaming the red eye on hay fever

Don’t know if you’re gonna use this

But if it’s fucking garbage, be honest

Yeah, I know, I didn’t think that punch line was great either

Just when you reckon this rap’s run amok

I pull a Roadhog and drag you right back with the hook

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

Stopping your life story during the prologue

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

Nothing but flows, no build-up and no drop

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

You can go sod yourself with your own knob

Just when you reckon this rap’s run amok

I pull a Roadhog and drag you right back with the hook

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

Stopping your life story during the prologue

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

Nothing but flows, no build-up and no drop

Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog

You can go sod yourself with your own knob

Was, was that loud enough?

I’ll do those last lines one more time

I’ll try to sound more obnoxious