Generation Gaming II Album

Artist(s): Dan Bull

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DLC PLC

length: 3:24

Downloadable content's a load of nonsense
I won't give them one cent
It wouldn't be conscientious
Encouraging dodgy ventures
Like when you've been robbed
Do you get your property straight back from the fences?
I wanna know what the defence is
Hence this musical census
Pay attention to community consensus
To prevent this backlash of hashtags
And truly contentious lambasts, e.g.
"I hope you're shoving your Prothean
Up your fallopian"
No wonder the planet's becoming dystopian
Draconian Napoleons invoking pandemonium
And I might be blowin' my own euphonium
By quotin' this
But I know I'm not the only one that's pissed
My data's trapped inside the disc
Sat in lines of script
And I have to pay to take it out
What kind of shit is this?

It's the DLC PLC
Where we make money sellin' people
Things that were free
Welcome to the DLC PLC
Where we charge you for things
You bought previously

No need to be dishonest
The incompleted product's a piece of bollocks
So please give me the pieces of it
And leave my wallet, I need the dollars
But don't be extremely bothered
I'll probably buy the sequel of it
'Cause that's the key
The reason it keeps on happening, it's obvious
If you pay them quids they take the piss
And get away with it
Until they're pinchin' all your paper
Like a paperclip
"And what would our forefathers
Have thought of horse armor?
It's all rather an awful palaver
Perhaps I should make a call and talk to Obama"
You're causing drama
And according to the laws of karma
Stir the water, sure enough
Of course you'll taunt the poor piranhas
So try to pull my jaws apart
I'm sure you can't
I'm sinkin' my teeth into the greed
Inherently buried in DLC things
Hidden fees and prices surprising me like bee stings
"Is it any wonder we punters are seething"

At the DLC PLC
Where we make money sellin' people
Things that were free
Welcome to DLC PLC
Where we charge you for things
You bought previously

I'm sorry, but Verse 3 is only available in the Premium version of this song
If you would like to acquire the Premium version
Then please bend over with your VISA, American Express or MasterCard lodged tightly between your buttocks
Thank you for your continued loyalty
From everybody

At the DLC PLC
Where we make money sellin'
People things that were free
Welcome to DLC PLC
Where we charge you for things
You bought previously

The DLC PLC
The DLC PLC

Downloadable content... what is it? What use does it have? What function does it serve? I mean, obviously I know the answer, but it's a sort of rhetorical question I suppose. So maybe you think about it whether... whether it's good for the gaming community, whether it's good for the industry, what your thoughts about it are. I'm very keen to know!

I Lead the League of Legends

length: 2:32
Hey ho!
Let me take over and amaze those couch potatoes
As I slay foes who stray close to my caseload of great flows
Every moment I make goes straight to the Summoner showcase
Most played so they know me as the Great Bull
You're a scapegoat
Your opinion's nothing to me
I'm running Dominion
Buffin' my speed
And some of the Summoners comin' at me
Are just gonna be meat to increase my sum of XP
I'm brilliant killin' a million minions a minute until
I've diminished your kingdom
You're finished
You're fish fillets
Your tower is under attack
I'm the Tienanmen Square man
You're vanishing under my tank
My champions dismantlin' your Pantheon and gankin' 'em
He's leavin' them bleedin' and needin' immediate
Treatment from an ambulance
And when it comes to spells
I'm bettin' you can't even spell "Chrysanthemums"

I lead the League of Legends
You idiots need protection
My collection increases weekly
Till I reach perfection
I lead the League of Legends
You idiots need protection
My collection increases weekly
Till I reach perfection

I fire fireballs
At the Riot Store
Champions? I try 'em all
And level them up into higher forms
Till my enemies look at the eye of the storm
I'm takin' aim and rainin' pain again, again you're slain
To explain my brain's a strain
But it's safe to say I remain insane
I lay in wait beneath the shrubberies and jungle leaves
Comin' from the trees to plunder everythin' but your dungarees
My hunger needs feedin'
I feast on feeble underlings
And leave them wondering whether it's thunder or my tummy rumbling
And now I'm within your perimeter
Administerin' your distributor
With a particularly vicious and pitiless kick in the
Knickers until it gives in to testicular sickness
My method's meticulous
This record's ridiculous
I'm a carnivorous sinister villainous killer
You're just a little wuss

I lead the League of Legends
You idiots need protection
My collection increases weekly
Till I reach perfection
I lead the League of Legends
You idiots need protection
My collection increases weekly
Till I reach perfection

I'm brutal
I lack scruples
So any defence is actually futile
I'll never attend a tribunal
Till everythin' ends and it's my funeral
I've got rooms full of Runes
It's not just hot tunes I produce
With lots of vitality, clarity, avarice, malice, alacrity
It's a laugh to see you after me and my masteries
What's that you tryin' to cast at me?
I'm cleansin' anythin' men have attempted to send in my path you see?
These legendary staffs and blades
Will send a competitor back to base
My most regular WAV that's played?
"An enemy has been slain"

Battlefield

length: 2:23
Look at my dog tag!
You'll see D. Bull
A heavy hitter from the Midlands
Like Led Zep have reformed
I don't need the Marine Corps
I'm lethal, from 3,000 miles
Off the eastern seaboard
Colder than Trebor mints, Nee Naw
K People step away from the keyboard
I wanna see your heads bopping see saw
Up and down so speedy
You're reelin' from the G-force
Give me a vehicle
A BMD or Super Hornet
Troops are fallin'
Uniformed superiors are fearful
I'm really tearful
Saline solution, slides from my eyes
At the same time I'm shootin'
So maybe I just should
Let a Beretta do the talkin'
'Cause after all
You're a dead man walkin'
I walk in, pull out my M1014
And end all these porkies, and tall stories
With the ease of a nuclear attack
I shout "Look behind you"
And shoot you in the back
Suited up with flak jackets, flashbangin'
Leaving claymores in your path
Need I say more?

This is the Battlefield
Where if you lack the skill
Than your cap'll peel back
Like an apple peal, twat
In the Battlefield
If you lack the skill
Than your cap'll peel
Like an apple peal
So grab the steel

You're a super soaker
I'm a super cobra
Soupin' up my guns
Till I become a supernova
I'll take you to the moon
And over like a lunar rover
I got a new limo
And so are you the chauffeur?
I'm a human Yoda
No, a new Jehovah
I do my flows with the devotion
Of a Jew to Kosher
So I shot the charcuter and do him over
I'll do to you what
You've seen me do to SOPA
I'll straight flush you
Like a full suit in poker
And mutilate you leavin' you
Lookin' like you're doing yoga
Resume control, assume the role
Of Henry "Black" Blackburn
I'm coming for your guts
Like a freakin' flatworm
Soon as your back's turned
Blackburn'll blast murder fast
I'm packing more heat
Than a massive thermostat
I've got a certain knack
To turn the gas
And hurl a match
So if you'd prefer to lack a burn
Then stand further back
And I slap bureaucrats
That haven't heard the facts
I'm rappin' more original
Than a frickin' Werther's Pack
I mix hardcore, nerdcore, commercial rap
And stay on top of the beef
Like a burger bap
I'm a soldier
But not the sort to traverse Iraq
I'll come first in any match
On 30 racks of server stacks
I serve a purpose
That you might find confusing
Dicing right through
The digital illusion of the

Battlefield
Where if you lack the skill
Than your cap'll peel back
Like an apple peal, twat
In the Battlefield
If you lack the skill
Than your cap'll peel
Like an apple peal
So grab the steel

Diablo 3

length: 1:51
(Ah) My name's Deckard Cain, reincarnate
I'm the author of the lore for this dark place
I understand you're a guy on a mission
But if you could just give a min, stay a while and listen
Because again the land of Sanctuary's fucked
By the forces of darkness, thank you very much
And I suppose I'm responsible for dealing with this
Demon epidemiological chronicle of a diabolical oracle, it's horrible
When your chance of living is thinner than a hair follicle
Smaller than a molecule, hell is more than metaphorical
It's down under the town in the cracks, underground like my raps
Now let me tell you the facts
You'll need these to get yourself through the acts
So ensure your ears are clear and sound gets through the wax

I come in one of five flavours at once
If you need speed then you'll favour the Monk
The Wizard is a mage, the Demon Hunter's ranged
The Barbarian is in a rage at the front
The Witch Doctor is the main name for shamanism
Today's the day you make the fate-changing decision
Make haste into the prison of the Dark Lords
Who start wars with us, they'll see we're hardcore
If you're struggling with Azmodan, just
Tap my number in and ask for Dan, 'cause
In that conundrum I am the man
To leave a demon heaving, gasping
Like it's asthma, damn, 'cause
I got the master plan
I got the master plan
I take my scrap to be crafted by an artisan
The improvement of loot is essential
With the exception of my weapon: the pencil
Tearing apart skeletal archers like parchment
Giving your heart a myocardial infarction
You'll beg my pardon if I look like an old gnome
But I've written whole tomes on the Soulstones
So lyrically I'm lethal, all I need is beats
And my speech to defeat the Prime Evil
We will succeed cause I'm a wizard
And I run this game like Blizzard

Pitch Invasion

length: 1:58
See me?
I stepped straight off the rugby pitch
Pierced my cauliflower ears
With the ugly stick
Fed up of scrummages
Where funny kids would hug me quick
I thought "I need a new sport"
Then it suddenly clicked

I'd jump ship
As soon as I could find a good port
Head to the States
And get a taste of college football
I'm standin' out
I make a talent scout say
"Hang about!
This is the man
That we've been tryin' to hatch a plan without?"

A British rugger lover
Over on shore leave
The kid's a lucky bugger
My clover's four-leafed
So don't ignore me
I'm on the road to glory
Rollin' over rows of foes
Like a coach and horsies

If only I was coachin' your team
Raw meat, I throw the ball deep
Into enemy territory
Takin' on all teams
The very best from each college
I'll tackle them so hard
They'll never eat solids

Demolish your defence
Leave them in the deep end
It's D-Day
The invasion of D-A-N
Check those credentials
Pro potential
My flow's torrential
So whatever you throw in my direction

Is inconsequential
Techniques are confidential
You wanna step to me?
Please, come on, be sensible
Petty fools
Try to knock me off my pedestal
Like the heavy fall
You're inevitably headed for

Reignin' forever
So you better head indoors
My whole rhyme's a goldmine
Fetch the Seven Dwarves
"Good heavens, Lord
What else do you have in store?"
I got it locked
Knock knockin' up on heaven's door

This is the situation
A British pitch invasion
Bringin' everythin' except the kitchen sink
Sorry, "kitchen basin"
And this is just the initiation
Of the Brit invasion
A bit of vindication

For the fact I never had an invitation
Still reignin' forever
Precipitation
A little bit of titillation

The Bard's Secret

length: 2:29
lyricist: Dan Bull
Excuse me, outlander
A word in your ear, if I may

Well met, stranger
Elated to make your acquaintance
Now, may I entertain you with some quotations over cadence?
You see, I bear some rare, amazing information
And you look like someone who is used to strange situations
There is a hidden portal within the Bard's College
I was brought through, an immortal to impart knowledge
About an otherworldly form of Redguard sonnet
They took a thumping drum beat and said bars on it

I wandered through Solitude, departed Haafingar
Past Hjaalmarch, through The Reach, east of Markarth
I reached the Whiterun Hold
I preached in rhyme and told the people
That the need to speak was higher than the price of gold
Nothing can beat soul, not even sweet rolls
I've got it locked like a pick stuck in a keyhole
I leave you wee trolls wishing that you'd re-rolled
By the Nine Divines, my rhyme's a sight to behold
My freeholds are threefold
I rock the property chain
'Cause I'm the top bloody Thane in this Monopoly game

So you'd better watch the throne, Stormcloak
Cause you're getting overthrown by an ordinary bloke
It's high time Skyrim had a new High King
And I like hiking, it's quite exciting
I'm descended from the Vikings back in my kingdom
But my lyric writing's better than my skill at fighting
My pen is mightier than swords; it's the right choice
They call me "MF Thu'um" when I use my Voice
With each rap, my Speechcraft keeps stacking
If you could see the graph, you'd actually be laughing
You'll never sound as fresh, I'm a rockstar
I climb the seven thousand steps to High Hrothgar
Like Jurgen Windcaller, my words'll bring more disorder
Than mixing Skooma in an Orcish brigand's drink order
A bawdy bard that raps, my Voice'll cause your cart to crash
Your horse's armor cracks under the awesome force of Paarthurnax

But here's the secret I needed to tell
You can be an MC with me as well
Forget the Blades, me and you don't need the Greybeards
Who are Mehrunes Dagon and the Daedra to an atheist?
Mages, take your Spell Tome and go the hell home
'Cause who needs boots of speed when we've got shell toes?
And, so whether you drink Honeymead or Alto
Be sure that Dan'll smelt flows 'til all of Tamriel knows
You should use the bars of the bard deep inside you
And tilll we meet again, friend
Talos guide you
Talos guide you

Arkham Asylum

length: 2:46
Ha! So the Joker's locked away in the asylum
Methinks things are gonna become quite violent
I believe, he slipped a trick inside his sleeve
And his desire to leave is non-existent till he's
Played a game malicious hide and seek
With sticks and dynamite and TNT
But what's that silhouette that you can see?
In the half-light to the dark night
You might just find the Dark Knight
Savage as a shark bite
To the other rappers who can't just quite do this
You see the truth is
I leap from roofs with
A really ruthless steez
I leave you toothless please
You silly doofus
I'll give you a Chinese burn
And I don't mean Confucius
Dead inside a little urn
I'll twist your arm
Until the skin is rather irritated
My methods of torture are really unsophisticated
To the most complicated machinations
To mash your face in
With patterned lacerations that are fascinating
And as my grapple hangs my batarang'll batter gangs
I brang the thang to make you say this can't be happenstance
The blackest avalanche, and as Dan's an anagram of "and"
I'll crick your spine and leave twisted like an ampersand
Feeling squiffy like you're getting high in Amsterdam
The neon city light'll emphasize the fact your damned

Nanananananana
Nanananananana
Batman, Batman

If Commissioner Gordon didn't ignore the dissonant warnings
Than it'd have surely been a different story
All together for the better
The prisoners all lead a sinister life a criminal orgy
Living inside a wicked and vile despicable isle
Sicker than bile
But it's evident I'm a vigilant militant
Willing to kill them with brilliant diligent skill and the guile
Of a killer with infinite style
Jack White is quite insane, and while I'm fighting Bane
I find a titan-like strain flowing rife inside his veins
It's the same the Joker's trying to synthesise in doses high as planes
I'm tired of games, It's time for change
To time to take is smile away, hey
How long has Killer Croc been a cock?
My trap'll leave him reeling like a spinning top
And I willn't stop until his locked up in a box
Sit and watch me fighting pound for pound with Poison Ivy
A vigilante plant antidote without my boys behind me
Horticulture's not the sort of culture to be taken lightly
I take an eighth of titan now I'm feelin' slightly hyphy
I might be quite that as high that I can see inside me psyche
Me, I'm so fly that I can fly, crikey

Nanananananana
Nanananananana
Batman, Batman

Iron Man Mode

length: 1:58
Computer games are gettin' too easy these days (Why?)
For each mistake we just reload and resave
In the meek way that they were never meant to be played
We need to cease placin' emphasis on Seagate
Be brave, and implement a higher plan, of gaming and never saving
The name is Iron Man

I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode

If there is no risk, then there's no reward
Slave to the save, throw your overlords overboard
Computer mutiny through the screen's new to me
Dan and a cannon canning any man that shoots at me
Napoleonic flows Bonaparte
Leaving loads of foes blown apart
No comeback Kenobi, Obi-Wan
For one life only, lonely heart
No reloadin', you can only restart
This is Iron Man Mode and I am Tony Stark
Ha!

I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode

You'll realize real life is irreplaceable
No three strikes; this isn't baseball
Your bones are breakable, your foes'll break 'em all
They'll take the opportunity by any means available
To demonstrate that your remains are quite biodegradable
If you're incapable to comprehend mortality
I advocate the remedy of permanent fatality

I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode

I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode

It's time that gamers got their balls back
Who's with me?
Put your balls in the air if you're with me!

Back to the Borderlands

length: 2:23
Go!

Hello, Pandora fans
I'd like to show my awesome plans
Hold on tight to your organs, glands
We're riding back to the Borderlands
When I hear that Gearbox
Are releasin' a sequel, my teardrops
Are uncontrollable
I'm inconsolable, but fear not
They're tears of joy, like me as a boy
After Christmas Eve when I see a box
I open it up and say "whoa" at the view
It's only overflowin' with loot
Lockin' and loadin', I know what to do
Now who am I going to shoot?
You, you're a pitiful prick
So I'm ripping you up with a critical hit

Funds improve my guns and loot
I'll use it if it'll fit
If it moves I'll shoot it, you tit
I'm a buzzard, you're a blue tit
I fly in the sky and it's fatal
Foes are lying disabled
A hole in their face; I'm reminded of bagels
I'm ever so slightly unstable
Me? I'm hardly an angel
Leave that to the Guardian Angel
This is the eighties, I'm Arnie
And painfully makin' your army unfaithful
Health and safety; watch your head
Heavy metal; lots of lead
But before I drop you dead
I'll shred you up like Dr. Zed

I said "Zed, let him in"
Led Zeppelin
Never played on David Letterman
Though that may be irrelevant
Nevertheless it's a hell of method of making it evident
Dan is the cleverest rapper
To ever use gamin' in tracks
Setting a precedent that wouldn't ever be bettered
Till weapons are made into raps
Eighty seven bazillion guns
A similar number of brilliant puns
Turn that to cash, gimme the funds
Back to back with my militant chums
I'm blastin' stacks of straps at prats
It's action packed ridiculous fun
If kills were calories, that'd be fattenin'
Fragging a skag and I'm baggin' and taggin' him
Having you laggin' and manically panicking
Man, is it actually happenin'?

Well, I'm an assassin assassinin' you
So if that is a fact then it has to be true
You're chatting Claptrap
So I should grab your nadsack and yank it
So your nads are dropping
Like the stock is on the NASDAQ
Asshat, don't answer back
Who the fuck is Handsome Jack?
You want how many grams of that?
I'll grind you like my ganja sack
I will be havin' you cryin' in agony
Violently crackin' your violin; Paganini
Meeny miny mo

More money, less problems
The bigger the gun, the less nonsense
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Said I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson

Dishonored

length: 2:54
Left to fester in a prison cell
This is livin' hell
But I've never been a fellow to just sit and dwell
On how they set me up
Said I killed the empress
My will for vengeance
Somewhat similar to my skills: it's endless
Distill the tension
Build momentum
Till the thrill's tremendous
I'm going to bring a world of pain to them
That's real relentless
They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds
A cold breath on their shoulder as death beckons
And shows them in this most fleeting of moments
There's no grave
Their remains are feeding the rodents
Now those close to them
Are grieving and broken
I leave the bereaved
With my deepest condolence

That's one more completed atonement
Closer to the Lord Regent
My meanest opponent
He's a treasonous Caesarless Brutus
Jesus, he's the evilest elitist Judas
He is leaving us diseased
I don't believe it's Lupus
These streets are heaving with the Weepers
Who are really ruthless
The old boys' club in an all-boys school
They control all of Dunwall
The Tallboys rule
I'm after Lady Boyle
So pass the baby oil
You need your nappy changin', man
My rappin' made you soil
Defecation
From a blend of dread and veneration
Of an assassinatin' rapper's devastation
A declaration
Destination: desolation
Defamation of your delegation
Desecration, desperation
A dedication
To the depravating, deformating
Depredation of your nation
Detonation
My reputation precedes me
Like I was played in a demonstration at E3
You couldn't easily beat me
I rake in loads of bone charms
Believe me, I'm beastly
I'll break your bones in both arms

Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything

Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything

Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything

Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything

Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through walls of light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything

Fly

length: 2:49

Dan Bull
Smith, Stiffy, Skitch, McTwist into
A kickflip, liptrick, quick switcheroo
You kids get pissed if we missed a few
But we got a frickin' big list of tricks to do
I'm like giving a nuke to Mr Magoo
Hit the big red button
Head buttin'
If you dispute
The only way I'll open my eyes to different views
Is when I'm ownin' the skies
360 degrees
Skatopia bred
Straight over your head
I can't skate so I play it from my sofa instead
While you're wearin' your Ray-bans
And getting a spray-tan
The British are rippin' up the American Wasteland
Dave and Dan are bringin' the skill
Singin' at will
I'd give my kingdom for a horse call me king of the hill
Rap's Richard the Third
Gap tricking with words
Ha
Bringing a flamingo
That isn't a bird
Smack

Hittin' the curb like my back wheel
But this isn't the certain Thug Life 2Pac feels
You won't be having your cap peeled
But I might crack a melon, acapella
And prepare your last meal
A bit of stalefish
You're not gettin' bailed, prick
So get on your bike
Lest you get your little tail-whipped
You failed to nail the trick
You've been derailed
And made to pale into insignificance
You silly little

I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly

Dave Brown
First of all
I'd like to assure I'm all above board
But as gravity attests I tend to break laws
That's legality suppressed
When I space walk
So I'm always entertained, I'll never skate bored
Half work, half play
That 50/50 grind
But there's two games at stake
And that's the rap and the skate kind
When I hear a hater say that it's only a game
"Revert to manually skating"
What am I a cave man?

No way fam!
So don't give me that lip, trick
When I flip out, jump up and grab you you'll zip quick
I'll hit with a triple kickflip you over
So there's a high chance of a spine transfer
While I band this sick mix
I got them RSI rhymes
And if you disagree I'll be like
"No, comply"
While grindin' pipes for sure brought nostalgia
IF one more man misunderstands when I say
Tony Hawks Underground look
Smack that hipster
And break his indie nosebone
Hit him so hard, I'll press his X chromosome
Then get air so high I'll bring back a boatload of ozone
And tell him what I told Newton
Just give up and go home!

Dan Bull
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly

Halo 4

length: 3:03
Dawn
An ancient evil awakens
The galaxy's here for the takin'
We need more than police and a spaceship
To cease the Prometheans claimin' it (Yeah)
These evil assailants
Are leavin' the deepest abrasions
Without delimitations

Now Master Chief has been catching Z's
Since he last was seen on these screens
Now he's back and eager
To blast a piece
At the catastrophe that he sees

We
Thought the Forerunners had all done a runner
But the Covenant are currently ballin' like none other
Bummer
But somethin' doesn't add up there's another species and
They're bringin' beastly guns
The scattershot'll splat a lot of meaty chunks
So you better be backing off from the Prometheans, son
Far more than a Martian war
This calls for the Spartan-IV
No other corps is coming half as raw
Or packing such a frackin' massive arsenal

Cortana calls, who's she askin' for?
It's the MC MC styles galore
In a time of war
I'm the one-man remedy and I am called John-117
Back bigger than ever quicker and cleverer
Getting rid of the mess as if I'm an enema

I am bigger than Machinima
Or an IMAX image in a cinema
Though my enemies take no prisoners
I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger

Look, you prat these are just the facts
Me, I'm risin' skyward, thruster pack
And I'm rhymin; tight never cut you slack
Your head's just another nut to crack
And when it comes to nuts
I stuffed a sack with cojones galore
Enough to catch me a trophy of war, Custer's hat, so if you need a battle rap
This is just the track
Brap

Lyrically killin' the audience
As if I'm bringin' an Infinity ordnance
Then I rewind the track, respawn the chumps just to remind the fact Chief's awesomeness
I brought dreadful news
You're shot to bits
Dead, you lose
Lost, adrift
Reds and Blues not Bloods and Crips
So I hopped in my Warthog and crushed your whip

Pushed a clip into my rifle
Givin' you an eyeful of ammunition damagin' your vision man, I'm spiteful!
The rightful heir to the UNSC, I declare I'm too sexy!
When I say "Ho" you say " Yes, chief?"
I put the "I" in "chef" and I'm prepping up a recipe
Forget Reach, leave ODST
And go Forward unto Dawn you get me?
I should compose me a requiem theme
Nobody'd forget me then, we've
Re-entered the end of the rainbow, storm warning!
Tornado
So you better lay low because I say so
And wait for the payload, Halo!
Pay no dividends, take no prisoners
No matter how cray things go no giving up

I am bigger than Machinima
Or an IMAX image in a cinema
Though my enemies take no prisoners
I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger

If you're an alien or a being upon Earth
I'll battle you on any beat and leave you looking worse
If you're rapping to Infinity
I'll even push it further

(This first verse is a precursor)