The Crew 2 - Dan Bull

It isn’t hard to make a bar with an homophone

I could do it in a bar while I’m on my phone

Own cars as a status symbol

Drum hard

Look at the state of the cymbal

As well as drive, fly high, it’s a cool principle

But I want to see more skin I’m a High School principal

No training wheels I’m a grown adult

You’re someone who makes people groan a dolt

I mean oh my God, Holy shit

I knew you where bad, but you’re wholly shit

I forget, it’s a lapse in memory

When I die, strip club funeral

Sit on laps in memory

Now that’s a ceremony

Winning first place as if everybody wouldn’t have done it in the first place

I get berzerk in a duel carried away

Break the speed limit down the dual carriageway

Name something faster, be my guest

Nothing but an actual light beam, I guess

But mate get too close

I do brake checks

Bank balance so big, I break checks

But with all the race prize money I accrue

I take on employees Hire crew

Slowcoach, I’m packing a high IQ

I smoke in traffic when I’m high I queue

Whether four or two wheeled

I’m equipped with more metaphors

Than a fellow ought to wield

Rally through the night to the misty morning

Your family crying, cause they missed you, mourning

I’ve travelled through time, battled and fought knights

You’ve just done a royale battle in Fortnight

You don’t go backwards and neither forward

I’m working on a book I need a foreword

This is the chorus of the song

The Crew

It doesn’t seem to be so long, since

The Crew

But I guess a sequel’s over due to

The Crew

Take the same game and then add a two to

The Crew

Do please curb your enthusiasm

Or I’ll leave you on the kerb

You’re in fear, see, as I’m

Fiercely cleaning my lights

Rub my lamp sippin slow gin

What I mean is I’m a speed genie

You’re a slow Djinn

So then

The ball’s in your court

You’d better have big balls

Or you’re caught

Phwoar, hear my engine roar

Grizzly

Pull out your entrails raw

Grisly

Give me gore

No ifs or buts

I’ll leave you with sore butts

Kick your nuts

Below the waist

Your career’s nothing, bub

A load of waste

I take it, it’s plain to see

I’m taking this plane to sea

I’m a sick pilot

Fly like a bird flew

You’re just sick

Could be swine or the bird flu

Turbine burning, turning the rotor

So get to work, it’s your turn in the rota

From the West Coast

To the Soviet Bloc

If you’re trolling me, well then

So be it, blocked

Don’t want what you’re spamming

Anyone can peddle wares

But can you slam it to the metal 'til the pedal wears?

Yes, wild animal

I’m well feral

Talladega nights

Adam McKay

And Will Ferrell

As well as beating you down

When we race the tracks

I delete your soundcloud

Erase the tracks

Leave your tyres slashed

You’re Axl Rose

Crack your suspension

Your axle rose

Straight over the J. Edgar Hoover Dam

Looking round like «This place needs a hoover, damn»

And soon, when we land, and they’re closing the hangar

I put my flight suit with my clothes on the hanger

This is the chorus of the song

The Crew

It doesn’t seem to be so long, since

The Crew

But I guess a sequel’s over due to

The Crew

Take the same game and then add a two to

The Crew