Battlefield - Dan Bull

Look at my dog tag!

You’ll see D. Bull

A heavy hitter from the midlands like Led Zep have reformed

I don’t need the Marine Corps, I’m lethal

From 3,000 miles off the eastern seaboard

Colder than Trebor mints, Nee Naw

K People step away from the keyboard

I wanna see your heads bopping see saw

Up and down so speedy you’re reeling from the G-force

Give me a vehicle, a BMD or Super Hornet

Troops are falling uniform superiors are fearful

I’m really tearful

Saline solution slides from my eyes at the same time I’m shooting

So maybe I just should let a Beretta do the talking

'Cos after all, you’re a dead man walking

I walk in pull out my M1014 and end all these porkies

And tall stories, with the ease of a nuclear attack

I shout «look behind you» and shoot you in the back

Suited up with flakjackets, flashbanging

Leaving claymores in your path, need I say more?

This is the Battlefield

Where if you lack the skill

Then your cap’ll peel back

Like an apple peel, twat

In the Battlefield

If you lack the skill

Then your cap’ll peel

Like an apple peel, so grab the steel

You’re a Super Soaker, I’m a SuperCobra

Souping up my guns 'till I become a supernova

I’ll take you to the moon and over like a lunar rover

I got a new limo and so, are you the chauffeur?

I’m a human Yoda, no, a new Jehovah

I do my flows with the devotion of a Jew to Kosher

So I shoot the charcuter and do him over

I’ll do to you’ve what you seen me do to SOPA

I’ll straight flush you like a full suit in poker

And mutilate you leaving you like you’re doing yoga

Resume control, assume the role of Henry «Black» Blackburn

I’m coming for your guts like a freaking flatworm

Soon as your back’s turned, Blackburn’ll blast murder fast

I’m packing more heat than a massive thermostat

I’ve got a certain knack to turn the gas and hurl a match

So if you’d prefer lack a burn, then stand further back

And slap bureaucrats that I haven’t heard the facts

I’m rapping more original than a fricking Werther’s Pack

I mix hardcore, nerdcore commercial rap

And stay on top of the beef like a burger bap

I’m a soldier, but not the sort to traverse Iraq

I’ll come first in any match on 30 racks of server stacks

I serve a purpose that you might find confusing

Dicing right through the digital illusion of the

Battlefield

Where if you lack the skill

Then your cap’ll peel back

Like an apple peel, twat

In the Battlefield

If you lack the skill

Then your cap’ll peel

Like an apple peel, so grab the steel