| Go!
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| Hello, Pandora fans
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| I’d like to show my awesome plans
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| Hold on tight to your organs, glands
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| We’re riding back to the Borderlands!
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| When I hear that Gearbox are releasing a sequel
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| My teardrops are uncontrollable
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| I’m inconsolable but fear not
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| They’re tears of joy like me as a boy
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| After Christmas Eve when I see a box
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| I open it up and say, «Whoa!» |
| at the view
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| It’s only overflowing with loot
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| Locking and loading, I know what to do
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| Now, who am I going to shoot?
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| Erm, you! |
| You’re a pitiful prick
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| So, I’m ripping you up with a critical hit
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| Funds improve my guns and loot
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| I’ll use it if it’ll fit
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| If it moves I’ll shoot it, you tit
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| I’m a Buzzard, you’re a blue tit
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| I fly in the sky and it’s fatal
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| Foes are lying disabled
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| A hole in their face, I’m reminded of bagels
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| I’m ever so slightly unstable!
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| Me? |
| I’m hardly an angel
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| Leave that to the Guardian Angel
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| This is the eighties, I’m Arnie
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| And painfully making your army unfaithful
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| Health and safety! |
| Watch your head
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| Heavy metal! |
| Lots of lead
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| But before I drop you dead
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| I’ll shred you up like Dr. Zed!
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| I said, «Zed, let him in»
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| Led Zeppelin never played on David Letterman
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| Though that may be irrelevant
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| Nevertheless, it’s a hell of method of making it evident
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| Dan is the cleverest rapper to ever use gaming in tracks
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| Setting a precedent that wouldn’t ever be bettered
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| 'Til weapons are made into raps
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| Eighty-seven bazillion guns
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| A similar number of brilliant puns
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| Turn that to cash, gimme the funds
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| Back to back with my militant chums
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| I’m blasting stacks of straps at prats
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| It’s action packed, ridiculous fun!
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| If kills were calories, that’d be fattening
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| Fragging a Skag and I’m bagging and tagging him
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| Having you lagging and manically panicking
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| Man, is it actually happening?!
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| Well, I’m an assassin assassin-ing you
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| So, if that is a fact then it has to be true
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| You’re chatting Claptrap
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| So, I should grab your nadsack and yank it
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| So, your nads are dropping
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| Like the stock is on the NASDAQ
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| Asshat, don’t answer back
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| Who the fuck is Handsome Jack?
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| You want how many grams of that?!
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| I’ll grind you like my ganja sack
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| I will be having you crying in agony
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| Violently cracking your violin, Paganini
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| Meeny-miny-mo
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| More money, less problems
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| The bigger the gun, the less nonsense
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| I’m less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
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| Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
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| Said I’m less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
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| Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
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| Less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
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| Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
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| Less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
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| Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
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| Less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
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| Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back to the Borderlands, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп