| It’s bloody Roadhog
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| Ay, it’s Chad and I’m really fat
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| It’s bloody Roadhog
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| You know, I kind of look like Roadhog
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| Is this, is this why you asked me
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| To be part of your Roadhog rap, Dan?
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| It’s bloody Roadhog, that bloke what don’t knock the door
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| Before he blows all your clothes off, so what?
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| Your number’s up like he’s scrolling through your phone log
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| You’re just another Joe Bloggs, learning that there’s no God
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| Twisted Jehovah’s witness sticking shit through your postbox
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| Hopping on the chopper, rode off, you know he won’t stop
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| For nothing but a robbery, a sloppy joe or blowjob
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| The saggy pantsed avalanche to your snow-drop
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| Flows hotter than a smoke shop stove top
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| Big belly flopping, stopping any deadly bowshot
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| He’s his own boss, road up to a roadblock
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| And told cops he’s robbing them
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| So sorry for the hold up, oh fu-
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| Rock and roll, frog and toad
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| Hot and cold, lock and load
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| No one else gotten close, bruv
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| Heavy as a truck, rigged up, fingerless gloves
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| Knuckle dusters and a thumb ring, ready to ruck big
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| Going up against this bugger is a tough gig
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| Feel the hooks dig, bleeding like a stuck pig
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| Grammatic anarchist, no fucks gived
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| Oh no, he didn’t go there, he just did!
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| Alright, I’m gonna do the Roadhog thing
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| Okay, you ready?
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| Just when you reckon this rap’s run amok
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| I pull a Roadhog and drag you right back with the hook
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| Stopping your life story during the prologue
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| Nothing but flows, no build-up and no drop
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| You can go sod yourself with your own knob
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| Down and dirty, below the belt is how he fights
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| Gut busting, belly button is the outie-type
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| As if his belt size isn’t an unhealthy sign
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| Why lose weight now? |
| Another day there’ll still be time
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| He’ll be fine, filthy minded, filthy swine
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| Guilty of crimes of the kill people kind
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| Messy pig, prime specimen, try and get him in a bind
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| And you’re like to find your lifeline lessening
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| Lying little swines, I’ve a life lesson, listen in
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| When life gives you lemons, make a mess of 'em
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| When you’re contaminated with that much radiation
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| You’ll have to gas mask your face up to save your bacon
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| When people are face to face with a danger dealer
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| They could either make a meal of it or take a breather
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| Break a case of beer, chase it with a plate of quesadilla
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| Taste the meat, appreciate the flavour, bacon squealer
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| An impatiant diva meets an Australian geezer
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| Then eats enough greasy stuff to create a seizure
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| Blazing reefers then blaming the red eye on hay fever
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| Don’t know if you’re gonna use this
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| But if it’s fucking garbage, be honest
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| Yeah, I know, I didn’t think that punch line was great either
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| Just when you reckon this rap’s run amok
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| I pull a Roadhog and drag you right back with the hook
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| Stopping your life story during the prologue
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| Nothing but flows, no build-up and no drop
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| You can go sod yourself with your own knob
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| Just when you reckon this rap’s run amok
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| I pull a Roadhog and drag you right back with the hook
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| Stopping your life story during the prologue
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| Nothing but flows, no build-up and no drop
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| Roadhog, it’s bloody Roadhog
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| You can go sod yourself with your own knob
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| Was, was that loud enough?
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| I’ll do those last lines one more time
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| I’ll try to sound more obnoxious |