| Forced laughter
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| Declaration of excitement
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| Build-up
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| Build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up
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| Build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up
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| Build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up, build-up
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| Drop
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| Mah!
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| This is a song that’s self-referential
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| By Dan Bull about a fellow called Deadpool
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| Both dead-cool, both mental
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| Both use terms that are frowned on in general
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| We’re giving you a heart attack
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| The proper medical term for that’s cardiac
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| We put in two-hundred percent
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| You’re probably only doing about half of that
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| Who’s this beautiful dude doing martial arts?
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| Hey! |
| Where’s Ms Marvel at?
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| I’m the marvelous marvel of Marvel you marvel at
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| Throwing marbles at marmosets
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| Wearing a tight, black and red pajama set
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| Nomming marmalade because I’m Marvin, mate
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| And now, I’ve got to dash because I’m rather late
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| For the hook in which I lazily chant my name
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| Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead
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| If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head
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| Pool to the dead to to dead to the pool
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| Ooh! |
| Bikinis! |
| Head to the pool
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| Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead
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| If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head
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| Impressed mildly be you’ll, backwards this read, bro, story cool
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| So, scratch that Deadpool itch
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| Livestream it all on Twitch
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| Self-referential kitsch
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| Auto-tuned to perfect pitch
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| Call women; |
| ho and bitch
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| Then repeat until you’re rich
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| It’s pronounced niche not «Nich»
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| Oh-no, YouTube just glitched
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| There’s too much anger
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| Give me a chimichanga
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| I’m a chubby wanker
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| I can’t read the signs well enough to see the dan-ger
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| Oh, hang on, cheeky banter!
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| And I’m fidgety, rowdy, skittish
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| Inexplicably sounding British
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| Round up critics that downvote this
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| And skip their life story to the finish
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| With so many fates to save the world from
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| Who will step to the plate?
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| Wade will, son
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| I make you disappear from the net like your name was…
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| I was running out of rhymes for Wilson
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| Even though I just had the opportunity to change it
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| I still said Wilson
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| And now, I’ve done it again, we should probably bring the fills in
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| Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead
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| If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head
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| Pool to the dead to to dead to the pool
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| Ooh! |
| Bikinis! |
| Head to the pool
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| Dead to the pool to the pool to the dead
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| If it doesn’t make sense, well, it’s all in your head
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| Impressed mildly be you’ll, backwards this read, bro, story cool
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| This song is for sale
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| You have money
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| Go on!
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| Treat yourself
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| Have you noticed how many of Dan Bull’s songs
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| End really suddenly on the final wooooooooooord? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deadpool Song , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming XII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп