The Paul The Dan

Mr. Fucking Paranoid
Man, that's—that's what I heard, man
Yeah, I know, you just talk a lot of shit as well, Daniel
Well, that's a little unfair, Paul
Okay, Dan, yeah, I know, I know that I can be paranoid
But paralytic, I can't avoid Eric Clapton's voice
Telling me to kill them, kill them, kill
I've never been a fan of Troy either, man (Man, what's the deal?)
I've got some issues, wish you would understand that
Most dangerous male since the fuckin' Japan 'thrax
(Man, where's your pants at?) Pants on Friday
(Ah, I think it's a Wednesday) Not here to fight, mate (Okay)
Made too many enemies, I've got a tendency to
Offend friends, Limerick and hidden agendas
Avenging Jimi Hendrix in a scene that's
Needing another Temper Trap (Unless Spencer Pratt)
Practicing what I preach (Man, you just talkin' about yourself)
I need a whole lot of practice at being me, Dan (Okay)
Holy Poltergeist and the Brothers Grimm
(Gee, yeah, you told 'em on 'Last Hour' we did)
It's the Paul (Ha)
See that shit bitch, it's the Dan
Uh, no fucking way, mate, my album
It's the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Soul to hip-hop to rock'n'roll
It's the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the rhythm
None better than Paul (None better than Dan)
Together we the Brothers Grimm, understand it
Kickin' it with the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the rhythm
What? What? What?
Wait, hey, Dan, you're looking thinner, how'd you lose that weight?
I started running on the spot for every useless day
I spent working for the man and perfing up a plan
To get loose with the van full of Pakistans (You're so stupid)
The trendy stays in as they cry
I say it's just another lap in every telly grey eye
No matter where you go, managers all up in your shit
Fuming and yelling, forgetting that you made them what they sell them
What the fuck is a living? At least till I'm dead
You gotta be a fucking crumb to get a piece of the bread
(And you say that I'm paranoid) Mmm, there's a difference, bro
This shopkeeper's never helped me, turn to witness mode
Women pop blackheads just to cover 'em up
Coppers do that too but find it funny as fuck
That's why I stay home, reading and writing them raps
It's all the necessary stress relief I'm liking the traps
It's the Dan
Like that shit, Paul? That's a new one, man, I wouldn't
It's the Paul
Listen, I didn't—I didn't really
Interrupt you that much, man, oh yeah?
It's the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Soul to hip-hop to rock'n'roll
It's the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the rhythm
None better than Paul (None better than Dan)
Together we the Brothers Grimm, understand it
Kickin' it with the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the rhythm
What? What? What?
I'm named after forty of us, all apocalyptic, I lock it and load it
Quicker than cops stop off for doughnuts
Soul knockin' at no one, rockin' a show, show up
Rockin' a robot, not gonna stop me 'cause I'm grown up now
Another branch from the part of the tree
The part of my fam that believes someone parted the seas
I'm like, nah, me, Trials, the odd couple Brothers Grimm
I'm like Tim, we just odd motherfuckers (Fuck it up)
It's the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Soul to hip-hop to rock'n'roll
It's the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the rhythm
None better than Paul (None better than Dan)
Together we the Brothers Grimm, understand it
Kickin' it with the Paul (The Dan), Dan (The Paul)
Get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the rhythm