We are off to the Moon and it's
full of Lunitics with a new bag of tricks.
This place needs luminous lick of paint (SPLAT)
while I'm doin' this shit.
Comin' through on a humorus tip
then I switch from a clown to the brutalist prick.
Getting through many clips
so my trigger-fingers superhumanly ripped.
Is there room in the Inn for a Law Bringer?
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.
Imma 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, whats 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 knockers.
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 wieners dimenour.
Could I even be keener,
if she switched my Decaf Creamer,
for a Cleavland Steamer.
I'm an Eagar Beaver
too bloody sweet for a tea with sweetner.
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,
thats a BALLACHE.(A BALLACHE!)X2
To the Moon and BACK!
To the moon and BACK, BACK, BACK! X4
He's a bastard, Handsome Jack.
Keep the cash, have your ransome back.
Him and dastardly plans get togther,
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 n limit record clap track.
If it moves, I'll frag that, bring it down likr the Nasdaq.
With my arsenal, I'm tearaparting all,
Grammar Nazies 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, 'cuz 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! X4

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