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Pre Sequel Rap

We’re going back to the past like it was happening now
But these events happened back then, not actually now
Am I making any sense when I’m mapping this out?
It’s the Pre-Sequel, dumbass, you getting it now?
I’m the Borderlands king, only lacking a crown
Question my intention and I’ll smack you around
Even before I was bad, I always had the renown
If you don’t know about me, then get to asking around
Ugh, super fly, got my head in the clouds
I rock the whole damn planet when I’m slamming the ground
The limit’s the sky in low gravity town
But all these goddamn Kraggons keep on dragging me down
Aah, Handsome Jack is back in the house
Oh, so much cash, I’m stacking it now
Yo, where’s the loot?
I’m tracking it down
You got a question for God?
You can ask me yourself
You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?
You’d better know when you come into town
It’s a dog-eat-dog kinda life we live
That’s why you never let your guard fall down
Sleep with one eye open boy
Or you’ll never wake up again
If you find good loot, then get ready to shoot
'Cause in the Borderlands, you have no friends
«With action skills, your ass, I’ll kick»
Fact: if you don’t get back, I’ll crack my whip
Beware my airborne drones 'cause they have some tricks
I’ll use my shield better than Captain America ever did
I keep the streets clean in the Borderlands
I mean, I’m three-fourths beast and a quarter man (get it?)
By the time your body hits the floor, you’re dead
And with my team of four, your getting cornered, man
Wilhelm, hardcore cyborg enforcer
Leave it up to Nisha to keep the law and order
Athena is the gladiator of sorts
And don’t judge Claptrap just because he’s shorter (hey!)
You got a plan?
Because you can’t afford to
Stand against the crew puttin' you through torture
Elemental damage, my buttslam will torch ya
I was getting sorta bored of old Pandora
Don’t need to warn you that around every corner
Waits another hostile attack
And need I remind you keep an eye out behind ya
Or you’ll find a knife in your back
Only reason why you’re never satisfied
With the gun that you got in hand
You know that soon in time
Your gonna come to find one
That’s better than all the rest
You’d think I’d have wings, acrobatic in action
Stacks of swag from all the Vaults I’ve been cracking
Decking out my weapons with these cryogenic attachments
Freeze your ass, then you’re gonna shatter like glass, bitch!
I’m kinda like a psychotic gun lover
Single-handedly run into battle uncovered
Beat your ass faster than a master nun-chucker
With the latest laser guns, pew-pew mother****er!
No matter how I fall, I’ll land on my feet
I got my awesome Oz kit making gravity weak
By the end of this rap, I’ll have you tapping your feet
After Claptrap drops a fat Claptrap beat
Okay
Okay, Claptrap, we get it
We get it, that’s enough
Claptrap, you can shut the **** up!
Alright, alright!
Jeez, some people have no rhythm
You talk the talk (talk the talk)
And you walk the walk (walk the walk)
But better watch yourself out here boy
It’s dog-eat-dog
When you see my gun, you’re gonna wanna run
But I’ll make sure you stop in place
Right before you die, I’m gonna blow your mind
When you hear me drop the base