Super Smash Bros - Dan Bull, VI Seconds

Dan Bull: Oi, Shizzy!

Shizzy: Yeah?

Dan Bull: Rap battle?

Super Smash Brothers?

Shizzy: Red

Dan Bull: Sorted

Look, you’ve been invited to the battlefield of war

With a cast of characters I’m sure you have all seen before

I’m the Master Hand from smacking you, I’m snatching up your score

Ganon to the Dorf, slamming to the floor, kats I’m packing up for sure

Trophy on my shelf after Yoshi loses his health

Eating like Wario, I gradually loosen my belt

Cuz I get a tad gassy after having devoured

Competitors for an hour, more boss than Bowser

I’m a bad mother, the master of Super Smash Brothers

True fact, don’t believe me?

Then you can ask others

Got fond memories of smashing them like past lovers

So amass your gang together for the Last Supper

I’ll hack and slash them like a beam sword through a pack of butter

I’m heavyweight rolling through like a fat trucker

Slap daft buggers from behind like a back scrubber

Give you a palette swap, to blue and black colours

Back brother

Venues get ripped for days

Powerful, like Skull Kid, I’ll flip the stage

It won’t take a Final Smash from me to bring you D-Day

I’ll just wind up and punch your lights out like DK

(What did he say?) You never heard someone mad before?

Murdering anyone ever to make it, like the Master Core?

If you’re taking a minute to battle it’s easy

Break the controller, blast your TV

That’ll be way better off for your health

It’ll be worse if you ever did see me

Smash!

Smash!

Brother, smash!

Smash!

You better dash!

Dash!

Brother, dash!

Dash!

Or you’ll get smashed!

Smash!

Brother, smash!

Smash!

You better dash!

Dash!

Brother, dash!

Dash!

Or you’ll get smashed!

Do you want to demolish this jaunty song?

Take me on one v one, I’ll prove you promptly wrong

You’re an iddy biddy little Diddy, I’m a Donkey Kong

I’m a Fazioli grand piano, you’re a Honky Tonk

Is it bad form to smack you off the platform

So hard your head cracks open like a Smash Ball?

My home run bat will smack you through the back door

So hard you’ll be like: «Ow, what you do that for?»

Spitting that fire and bringing you hell

Chillin' in first?

I got a Blue Shell

Go tell ya momma and go tell ya gramma

If they play too, I’m swinging a hammer

I’m taking no damage I’m holding the star

And I’m more of a star than a Luma with bars

A legend in fact you can ask about him

I’ll burn you like punches from Captain Falcon

I’ll cook and sauté you 'til we need some more players

What’s fun is four players, as fun as foreplay is

I ain’t got beef with you, you little Pikachu

But come and see me on the stage if you’re eager to

You’ll see the truth, the reason for my fame

When I finish you, what can I say but «Game.»

Smash!

Smash!

Brother, smash!

Smash!

You better dash!

Dash!

Brother, dash!

Dash!

Or you’ll get smashed!

Smash!

Brother, smash!

Smash!

You better dash!

Dash!

Brother, dash!

Dash!

Or you’ll get smashed!

Smaaaashed

Smaaaaaaaashed

Smaaaaaaaaaaaaashed