Dan Bull - Halftime lyrics

Look at me! Dan Bull in your area
My neck has never been hairier

All work and no play makes Dan a dull man
So I took business and pleasure
And had them hold hands
I monetise my hobbies, I like computer games
Rap music, anime to making up stupid names
Now I can work sixteen hours a day
And have sixteen hours of play
Hop in the shower and straight to bed
I make the competition shake their head
Like a wet dog in disbelief
Seeing what they can get
But come the best at the thing you love best
And the rest is elementary, umm yes, unless
You fail to put the work in, shirking
Jerking yer gherkin then derpin'
You're undeserving
Put in the effort and see
How little effort you need
To achieve things effortlessly it's halftime

It's halftime put the kettle on
It's hafltime put the kettle on

I bang the beat like a cattle drum
I quit weed when the nettle stung
But, I'll never settle some
Blast with a special tongue
I want to rap on every record spun
And set a record for the
Rapper with the sexiest bum
Is there anyone better? Man
I reckon there's none
But genetically I'm repping my mum
That's where I get my creativity from
She done brung up a son well, didn't she
Chum? When she discovered a bun in the oven
Things changed
Quit her career to rerun this kid, raised
Him to be creative
Gave him instruments to play with
And pen and paper he
Could lyrically slay with
I know I say the word 'lyrically' too much
But that's just because I'm
Lyrically too much
I never keep my privileges subdued, hush
I'm not flossin'
I didn't bring my toothbrush
I'm ruthless, like a convertible
Spectacularly secular, you're not convertable
I do my work in full while I'm on the doll
In adversity
I'm the first to be the one to fold
But, I still picked a university
I didn't like it
Spending time alone learning this is my shit
I'm a lone ranger
That'll occasionally collaborate
And grab a taste of books and
Open on a random page
I hate to stand on stage, I'm not a spectacle
My view on me is
That perform is unrespectable
So I sit at home
Building up my text of walls
I've never scratched a deck
I sit and scratch my testicles
Best of all, I can work in my underpants
The last boss I did that
To denied another chance
I was out on my own, the way I like it
Spending time alone, learning this is my shit

It's halftime put the kettle on
It's halftime put the kettle on

Knock, knock! Who's there?
It's only Daniel Bull
That funny rapper with the
Cracking in his mandible
Maybe I'm becoming Jaws, is that woman yours?
I'm not predatory but she
Possesses stunning orbs
Ask your mother: is it sons-in
Law or son-in laws i'm not bothered
I just want to rummage in her drawers
There's something in her form that
Makes me cuddly and warm
A fuzzy feeling in between my knees
I want to be adored
Hah! I'm the Ian Brown of rap
I like the sound of that
I'm the reason that they put
My friggin' town on maps
So unless you pubs got some Nut Brown on tab
It's not particularly likely I'll
Be out my flat
I'll be at home working, putting the work in
I'm covering another thing, I'm like a merkin
That's urban for stealing the show
I'm so sorry Nastradamus for
Stealing your flow
I'm really feeling it though
It's exceedingly dope
But even so, I'm eager for a wee
I need to go

It's still halftime to the Severn Bridge
To the people responsible for the
Maintenance of the Severn Bridge
It's still there you must be doing alright
It's halftime