Dead Space 3 - Dan Bull

Crash landed on a barren planet

Tau Volantis, God’s sake, How romantic

Look out for Danik

The Unitologists are on a ship

And if you spot them then use your hollow tips

While human colonists seek the codex key

Who’s the musicologist’s new foe?

That’s me!

Rewriting rhyme science, Isaac Clarke

My lines shine like eyes in the dark

Mines in the vast reaches of deep space

Are the reason that I came to be in this bleak place

But to keep my spirits up I keep lacing the beat

With words that deserve a million replays

Til I beat the game on every difficulty

Pitifully, leaving you amazed, at my skill

Now could we open the electric doors

And let me get debauched

With the Necromorphs

Until the Nexus falls

I bet you’ve all

Never seen a pair of balls

As heavy as my testicles

I walk the walk, I’m one of the nastiest trash talkers

Attack Crawlers and Swarmers, blast Stalkers

I go berserk at Lurkers

Turn them into burgers

I murder Pukers

Use their mucus as a gherkin in a bap

Amidst the battle I’ll be working on my rap

To refute your version of the facts

Plasmatic fluid all curdling

I’d ask you to call and inform Planet Earth I’m coming back

To stack astronomic fees as a music producer

And you?

You’re stuck at Zero G’s, Medusa

God Is Dead… Space

Thus Spake Zarathustra