Allergic Reaction to Broccoli - Dan Bull

I’m the biggest prick in this town

The British Chris Brown

Visit your award ceremony

And just sit down

I’ll slash your tire just cause I enjoy the hiss sound

Disagree with this, my sleeves’ll slip down

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

I could beat you with my wrists bound

Ha

I list my inspirations in roughly this order:

Father Christmas, Satan, and Chris Dorner

I’m spreading disorder

I diss all the rappers who I asked to collaborate and got a missed call off

Rap’s Piers Morgan

But with a pierced organ

Too much information?

Too bad, that’s the beer talking

I sit too near broads

And make them feel awkward

Randy as Ramsay

Now cook me a meal, Gordon

Now here’s the point where you might think

«Why's he still talking?

Slimey limey

Why should I see the appeal of him?»

And that’s the point

I travel through the camera

And slap you 'till you’re black and blue, Rihanna

Alicia Keys needs to improve her grammar

I’ll take a hammer to her new piano

Now you’ve had a glimpse inside the ill mind of Dan Bull

Try to get out, I doubt you will find the handle

My lines are angle grinders

They mangle rhymers

I rap into the sky

And the air force scrambles fighters

Spit fire

You stink like a lit tire

I’ll bring you down to the ground

Quick as a zip wire

Listen to this: My dick is thick and it’s large

So get onto Twitter and tell Nicki Minaj

America’s gone shit since you had Britain in charge

And fuck off if you think that’s a little bit harsh

I’ll stick a petard up in your doors of perception

Snipping the wires, no phone call for protection

I get dressed in my Sunday best

And I still look less fresh than Kanye West

So, give me the hand lotion

And phone Frank Ocean

I want to know his exact man-to-man «ient

I’m loopy, that’s limey for «so loco»

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

Whilst shouting over my shoulder «No homo!»

Because fuck it, you know, «YOLO!»

Righty ho, that’s Drake’s act copied

Who am I body bagging next, A$AP Rocky?

I suppose I could, but I ain’t that cocky

I’ve already had two chains snatched off me

It’s time for payback, probably

I pack a nine-inch winky, they attract totty

And occasionally, I may strap shotties

But usually I’ll do a drive-by screwface at posses

Sneeze and leave the seats of my Maybach snotty

Green windows looking like they’re made of stained glass, Gothic

I’m a misanthropic proper maniac, potty

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

It was a bad idea to take that straitjacket off me

You just don’t have the power to restrain that, Scotty

I rap with an ill mind, «Hey, that’s Hoppy!»

I’ll tear his fucking face off, take that, Robbie!

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

Or is your wave compression rate that lossy?

«How can Hopsin be the one that he’s dissing?»

I’m just showing I can do this and still win the competition

And then it wears off as quickly as it started.

It’s a mystery to me,

some sorta allergy I guess?