Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doomfist's Greatest Hit, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XIV, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.01.2018
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Doomfist's Greatest Hit |
I’m comin in now |
This game’s got a new twist |
If you missed it |
Let’s do this |
I’ll introduce you to the dude gifted |
With huge mitts |
It’s Doomfist |
When the tune shifts |
And that boom hits |
Then you get smacked |
Through bricks flat |
So cubist art critics |
Are all asking you |
«Ooh, who did that?» |
Who mixes better metaphors |
That are fitting like a glove |
If the shoe fits? |
Bruv, do you lift? |
There’s too many bloos in the queue |
Shift |
Move it |
Or he’ll use his Q |
Shift |
In two clicks |
Your noob pick |
Will be a view from the cliffs |
On Route 66 |
It’s a true privilege |
He picked you to hit |
Every battle galvanizes the powerful |
Weakness is a trait we won’t tolerate or allow for |
It’s survival of the fittest |
Ruling with an iron fist |
And pulverizing fools |
Who try and resist |
Every battle galvanizes those who merit it |
Without the winning hand |
You’re doomed to go uncredited |
It’s survival of the worthy |
Gain control over the earth |
Those who don’t deserve a role |
Are thrown into a world of hurt |
Anybody trying to stop his nasty plans |
For a piece of the pie |
Will catch these hands |
In a meteor strike |
Don’t need guns |
Got these guns |
Don’t need reasons |
Don’t see a need to be tooled up |
He’s crushing any fool |
'Til they’re all dust |
That isn’t an arm |
It’s a school bus |
Garnished with the pulled tusks of a walrus |
Here’s an announcement |
And a mouthful |
He’s sure more than a scoundrel |
Employed at the Talon council |
As a bouncer |
And a councillor |
Man it’s doubtful |
You’re not down for the count |
Pound for pound |
He’s pounding you out |
'Til you’re shouting for someone to help |
Don’t look at me |
Call somebody else |
Running your mouth |
You’re running a gauntlet |
You’ll get a suddenly sore lip |
And a broken nose running like a faucet |
So cork it |
Or get launched into orbit |
Awkward |
When the straw poll’s closed |
And all’s told |
There’s no poor soul |
More swole |
Punching a borehole |
In the north pole |
Split your wig fourfold |
Warhol |
Every battle galvanizes the powerful |
Weakness is a trait we won’t tolerate or allow for |
It’s survival of the fittest |
Ruling with an iron fist |
And pulverizing fools |
Who try and resist |
Every battle galvanizes those who merit it |
Without the winning hand |
You’re doomed to go uncredited |
It’s survival of the worthy |
Gain control over the earth |
Those who don’t deserve a role |
Are thrown into a world of hurt |
Straight outta Nigeria |
Criteria: |
Strike fear in the minds of inferiors |
You might experience |
Serious harm to your insides and interiors |
Period |
You might be curious |
Why he really doesn’t like gorillas |
And it’s quite clearly |
Because he was confined for years |
In a tight area |
By Winston |
Now he’s quite furious |
Poor Winston |
Winston’s sad |
And now poor Winston’s mad |
He’s been stung bad |
Coming in for the world’s biggest fist bump |
Sit on that |
Big strong lad |
With a big strong jab |
King Kong in combat |
With the chimps |
They never should have picked on ak |
Do you reckon that they’re gonna live long? |
Nah |
It’s knuckle crunch time |
One size fits all |
He won’t be sticking it |
Where the sun shines |
It’s sore |
I saw a rocket punch |
That put me off my lunch like |
A bunch of fives in a row |
That’s a punch line |
No other stomach on this planet |
With a dozen pack |
His guns are cannons |
Hooks are savage |
Like this kustom track is |
Plus he’s black |
Not that it matters |
I just thought I’d add it |
'Cause it was a fact |
Such subtle language |
Plus a massive knuckle sandwich: |
Double damage |
Fingers like shovels |
Slamming fists down like a shuttle landing |
Smashing the toughest skull to fragments |
Like they’re dud ceramics |
Running up and uppercutting past your buff mechanics |
Slapping you so chuffing fast |
It’s looking like you’ve up and vanished |
Every battle galvanizes the powerful |
Weakness is a trait we won’t tolerate or allow for |
It’s survival of the fittest |
Ruling with an iron fist |
And pulverizing fools |
Who try and resist |
Every battle galvanizes those who merit it |
Without the winning hand |
You’re doomed to go uncredited |
It’s survival of the worthy |
Gain control over the earth |
Those who don’t deserve a role |
Are thrown into a world of hurt |