Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming VII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel |
We are off to the Moon |
And it’s full of lunatics with a new bag of tricks |
This place needs luminous lick of paint |
While I’m doin' this shit |
Comin' through on a humorous tip |
Then I switch from a clown to the brutalest prick |
Getting through many clips |
So my trigger fingers superhumanly ripped |
Is there room in the Inn for a Lawbringer? |
Enforcing enforcers to forcefully |
Pick up a fork and nick your dinner? |
Give some applause, I’m a pure winner |
I’m a mixture of helpful and selfish |
Marshal and Elvis, shark and a shellfish |
Armed amour, and well fit, can’t help it |
I’m departing to Elpis |
Woah |
Everything’s going all wobbly |
I’mma find a pile of scrap to mash up in a grinder |
Camp on a cliff and snipe ya |
I’m a larger brain matter collider |
Smashing up atoms and splattering minds up |
No wonder that I have to remind you that |
Hang one a second, what’s that just behind you? |
Got you in the botty with a shotty |
Now your as a Nosh from a Rotty |
Not rocky but I’ll knock you out with my noccas |
Gnocchi, out with your knockers |
Moxxii, she’s so hot I’m hot by Proxy |
And Athena, have you seen her? |
That Gladiator doesn’t need an arena |
Tell them Tiny Tina, just what she does |
To my wiener’s demeanor |
Could I even be keener if she switched my decaf creamer |
For a Cleavland Steamer, I’m an eager beaver |
Too bloody sweet for a tea with sweetener |
I launch VaultHunter. |
exe, so Doom you can keep your BFG, sir |
Don’t need that to leave your face looking like a piece of pizza |
When the Moon hits your eye |
Like a big pizza pie |
That’s a ballache, a ballache |
When the Moon hits your eye |
Like a big pizza pie |
Thats a ballache, a ballache |
To the moon and back |
To the moon and back, back, back (where?) |
To the moon and back |
To the moon and back, back, back (what?) |
To the moon and back |
To the moon and back, back, back (where?) |
To the moon and back |
To the moon and back, back, back |
He’s a bastard, Handsome Jack |
Keep the cash, have your ransom back |
Him and dastardly plans get together |
Like France and Jacques Chirac |
'Cause this is what happens when twats attack |
And if you answer back, then I’ll clamp our trap |
Fancy that, I’m a Dandy Dan, a fancy man in a fancy hat! |
Claptrap hits hard and as hard as a clap track |
On a no limit record clap track |
If it moves, I’ll frag that, bring it down like the NASDAQ |
With my arsenal, I’m tear aparting all |
Grammar Nazis that start a war |
I don’t want to boast, but I’m rather awe inspiring |
When I’m flingin' bars galore |
Hit with a critical? |
Typical, I told you shit’d get physical |
Clips galore but I piss them all away in your face |
Shoot anything from a brute to a cute bunny |
Loot like a gold digger with a new hubby |
Now I can’t fit into my suit, 'cause I’m too tubby |
That pile of sands glitched, is the dune buggy? |
To the moon and back |
To the moon and back, back, back (where?) |
To the moon and back |
To the moon and back, back, back (what?) |
To the moon and back |
To the moon and back, back, back (where?) |
To the moon and back |
To the moon and back, back, back |