Pre Sequel Rap - JT Music

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