KSI Rap Roast - Dan Bull

Dear KSI

Regarding your anticipated fight

You stated all creators may apply

A blatant lie

Your survey provided no way to say

If I was the preferred antagonist

To ram a fist into your face and why?

Dismayed I tried to rack my brains and find

An explanation, finally one came to mind:

«JJ is afraid to die»

Yeah he’d rather take a dive than face the guy

That makes the gaming rhymes

He’d rather stay inside today and hide away and cry

I’ll be at the weigh in like

«I've been training day and night»

Bulking up my body weight with takeaway and pints

My massive girth will bring you back to earth, KSI

Cause mate, behaving like a god’s a way of inviting deicide

It’ll be over so quick we won’t need to stream it

We’ll just make a vine

You may rewind that to appreciate, take your time

The layers I can iron into shape

Require bare time

They hide the fact they’re highbrow

Kinda like your hairline

When you were born the doctors thought

It was a diplodocus egg

My raps are like your bandana

Non-stop off the top of the head

I thought that Jack Douglass had a massive cranium

But yours is the reason we need a bigger capacity stadium

Last time you trained to raise your fitness up

At the gymnasium

They raised the alarm mistaking you for an invading alien

Maybe that explains the way you interact with ladies mate

Cause making «rapey faces» ain’t really your saving grace

You’re thinking that your baby face

Enables incorrect behaviour

Making mental illness jabs then play like you’re their actual saviour

You’re chatting vapour

It’s no surprise your raps are bait bruh

So I’m afraid I’ll have to roast you like a jacket potato

I know promoting fights involves a type of boastful gloating

But slow up on the showboating

Though don’t go back to motorboating

Slow your roll before somebody draws on you

Rotoscoping

I don’t know what this bloke is smoking as a mode of coping

Fame’s a dangerous drug bruv, and JJ’s overdosing

There’s only so long you can go from rope a doping

I fight live weasels while showing no emotion

The local stoat enclosure’s open if you want to go for coaching

This is the moment where I’m supposed to say

«I'm only joking»

But the oven gloves are off — prepare for total roasting

You’ll need the strongest potions from the potion seller

I’m reaching deep beneath you see, call me the ocean dweller

Why you beefing with that Logan fella

When you know I’m better

And I’m ever so much more punchable

Than the Go Compare bruh

I’m never jealous of you well athletic OP fellas

So what that you could beat Joe Weller, I could beat Zoella

I tried to chat her up, she said I was a bellend

I snuck into the factory, hid a shiv inside her calendar

A different type of challenger

Won’t fit inside your calipers

A different calibre

My talent’s OP like your manager

I’m sending shivers down your spine with my vernacular

I can make you and Deji feud as if you are the Gallaghers

No matter how fast and savage you can throw a jab

It won’t impact me through these massive fatty rolls of flab

Look, I’m an older lad, I’m out of shape and overweight

I’ll beat the holy crap out of your hand with my nose and face

The blows will make your bones all break

Like sticks and stones and names

I’ll eat you up for breakfast mate, call it the hunger games

I’ll beat you at boxing, beat you at beatboxing

Beat you at unboxing

Beat you at hopscotch, sinking neat scotch from my lunchbox

Singing

I know you like to jump around but it’s all smoke and mirrors

You need to keep up your flows and lyrics don’t deliver

Like a postman with a broken rib that’s trying to go to Kilimanjaro

In a Lamborghini, he won’t be home for dinner

I don’t really hate you JJ, I can’t even get close

Friend and foe I hit both sides, call it a spit roast

I know twenty seventeen was the year of the diss track

But I’m bringing that shit back

And don’t give a shit if I get flak

Cause I’m a master rap lyricist, while you just dabble

In disputing Bull, it’s indisputable

I’ll prove it using scrabble

HA

Imagine that in the ring

How mentally challenging

That would have been

I’m collecting anagrams of «The Nightmare»

Let me gather them in

Alright then me

Rah I’m the gent

Him, gent hater

The right name

The thin gamer

Meh, grin at the

Thane the grim

Reign hath met

Me threat nigh

Mr hating thee

He, me, that ring

Hear them ting

Rah, get him ent

That her minge

Ream the thing

He, might enter

The ring, am the

Hitter, hang em

Anger, hit them

Man get hither

Harm the gent

Near might the

Man here tight

Man he tighter

Than the grime

Genre that him

Rite hang them

High men treat

Him great then

Mean right then

Nth meagre hit

Harming teeth

Argh then emit

Methane right

'Neath the grim

Night heart me