Dan Bull - Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel lyrics

[Verse 1:] We’re off to the Moon And it’s full of lunatics With a new bag of tricks This place needs a luminous lick of paint And I’m doing this sh** Coming through on a humorous tip Then I switch from a clown to the brutalest prick Getting through many clips So my finger’s superhumanly ripped Is there room at 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 Marshall and Elvis Shark and a shellfish Armed, armored and well fit Can’t help it I’m departing to Elpis WHOOAAAA Everything’s going all wobbly [Verse 2:] I'ma find a pile of scrap To mash up in the Grinder Camp on a cliff and snipe you I’m a Large Brain Matter Collider Smashing up atoms and splattering minds up No wonder I have to remind you that… …Hang on a second, what’s that just behind you? AHHH Got you in the botty with a Shotty Now you’re as sloppy as a Nosh from a Rotty Not Rocky But I’ll knock ye out with my Noccas Gnocchi Out with your knockers Moxxi 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 [Chorus:] To The Moon And Back To The Moon And Back Back Back [x4] [Verse 3:] He’s a ba*tard, Handsome Jack Keep the cash, have your ransom back Him and dastardly plans go together Like France and Jacques Chirac ‘Cause this is what happens when twats attack And if you answer back Then I’ll clamp your trap Fancy that I’m a Dandy Dan A fancy man in a fancy hat Claptrap Hits hard and as harsh as a clap track On a no limit records crap track If it moves, I’ll frag dat Bring it down like the NASDAQ With my arsenal, I’m tear aparting all Grammar Nazis who start a war I don’t wanna boast But I’m rather awe inspiring When I’m flinging bars galore Hit with a critical? Typical. I told you sh**’d get physical Clips galore, but I piss them all away In your face Waheyyyyy 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 sand glitched Is the dune buggy? [Chorus]