Dan Bull - Rugbuggery lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - Rugbuggery lyrics]
They call me Douglby
I tackle issues like ruggleby
A blend of gentlemanliness and thuggery
I'll glass you with some
Very expensive bubbly, bloody luxury
Bone cutlery protrudes from your wounds
Buggery ooh, a scrummage, lovely jubbly
A useful excuse to induce you to cuddle me
The two teams squeeze together quite snuggly
Rummaging and fumbling with
Undiscovered subtlety
Beneath the scrummaging
We're being all couply
I'm roughly as politically correct as
Little Huckleberry Finn using epithets
No longer customary
I'll get with your ex then apply for custody
Of your little buggers then we'll
Bugger off to Tuscany
I'm in your cufflinks and
Tux living comfortably
Bloody luxury, being you, sucks to be
Rap's raconteur back on tour
I'll blap a crap reviewer, sacre bleu, huh
That's one fewer wrongdoer
I'm long due an apology and I want
You to give one to me
If you ever listened to a
Rapper and it wasn't me
I'll pull off my trackie bottoms
And give you a tracheotomy
I'll leave you looking like
A child eating broccoli
Ticking you off saying
"Chew your food properly"
I operate a strict sick lyrics only policy
So originality's a pretty big priority
I lyrically precede the Iliad and Odyssey
They found my lyric pad
Within a Celtic monastery
Follow Gilgamesh's geneology through ptolemy
Anyone of quality
They probably just copied me
So are my sonnets prophecy or an anomaly?
A little bit of column A, a bit of column B
Whether you rap
Whether you rock or whether you roll
I insist that you relinquish all control
We're playing rugby and the ball's your soul
So pass it back to Douglby
And we'll all go home
I tackle issues like ruggleby
A blend of gentlemanliness and thuggery
I'll glass you with some
Very expensive bubbly, bloody luxury
Bone cutlery protrudes from your wounds
Buggery ooh, a scrummage, lovely jubbly
A useful excuse to induce you to cuddle me
The two teams squeeze together quite snuggly
Rummaging and fumbling with
Undiscovered subtlety
Beneath the scrummaging
We're being all couply
I'm roughly as politically correct as
Little Huckleberry Finn using epithets
No longer customary
I'll get with your ex then apply for custody
Of your little buggers then we'll
Bugger off to Tuscany
I'm in your cufflinks and
Tux living comfortably
Bloody luxury, being you, sucks to be
Rap's raconteur back on tour
I'll blap a crap reviewer, sacre bleu, huh
That's one fewer wrongdoer
I'm long due an apology and I want
You to give one to me
If you ever listened to a
Rapper and it wasn't me
I'll pull off my trackie bottoms
And give you a tracheotomy
I'll leave you looking like
A child eating broccoli
Ticking you off saying
"Chew your food properly"
I operate a strict sick lyrics only policy
So originality's a pretty big priority
I lyrically precede the Iliad and Odyssey
They found my lyric pad
Within a Celtic monastery
Follow Gilgamesh's geneology through ptolemy
Anyone of quality
They probably just copied me
So are my sonnets prophecy or an anomaly?
A little bit of column A, a bit of column B
Whether you rap
Whether you rock or whether you roll
I insist that you relinquish all control
We're playing rugby and the ball's your soul
So pass it back to Douglby
And we'll all go home