Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel - Dan Bull

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