Dan Bull, Anything4Views - It's Bloody Roadhog lyrics

So much drama going on in the LBC
It's kinda hard being Road H-O-single G
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