Lyrics NerdOut – Party At The Apocalypse
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Welcome to the Borderlands, I know ya
Thinking «here we go again», but listen
This entire planet is about to get looted
«Yes! That’s how you do it!»
But don’t worry baby, you can come and hang with us
We gonna blow the doors, put the plan in motion
Gonna give it everything we got «Aaand open!»
Blowin’ up bandits, shootin’ down rakks!
Psychin’ out psychos, stompin’ on skags!
Come around me and you might explode
I see another weapon on the ground, «let’s go!»
So many guns, so many guns
I’m at a high level and it’s only begun
Kills in the thousands, that’s a deadly count
I’m like, «Hey, anybody wanna check me out?»
They go high then we go low
Will they die? Hey, I don’t know
Guns out, bullets up
That’s the way we like to, «What!»
I keep shootin’ rockets, no stopping
We pistol poppin’, I’m tossin’
A couple hollow tips load and lock ’em
Party at the apocalypse
This loot is not for show
You gotta grab and go
At the apocalypse
We out to hunt the vaults
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
The children of the vault
All the way down
We will not obey them
Cause some mayhem
Burn it down
Long live those crimson raiders
Won’t stop till we hit pay dirt
Calypso’s think they’re the saviors
Knock on the door like a friendly neighbor
Boom! Here I come, ready or not
Boom! Everybody ’bout to get shot
Boom! Ain’t nobody leaving this spot
Boom! «He sure said boom a lot»
You might lose your life tonight, ’cause I’m a
‘Bout to blow like dynamite, a little
Psycho, I must confess, I gotta
Big lust for the loot like, «Yes!»
Uh-oh! You don’t wanna get killed (get killed)
Oh no! Can not match my skills (my skills)
Okay! Now I got a new target
So let’s «get this party started»
Weapons, I got numerous
They don’t know what to do with us
Hands out, shoot ’em up
That’s the way we like to «What!»
So much ammunition we stocking
Cannot be topped ’cause we got a
Guardian angel, she watching us
So party at the apocalypse
This loot is not for show
You gotta grab and go
At the apocalypse
We out to hunt the vaults
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
The children of the vault
We’ll watch them fall
All the way down
We will not obey them
Cause some mayhem
Burn it down
«Freestyle
Well, my name is claptrap and I’m on Pandora
Where the fauna is strange but so is the flora
And I’m always just tryna get open the doora
And I always have a hard time, that’s why…
What rhymes with time?»
Hands out, shoot ’em up
That’s the way we like to «What!»
Hands out, shoot ’em up
That’s the way we like to «What!»
Hands out, shoot ’em up
That’s the way we like to «What!»
Hands out, shoot ’em up
Party at the apocalypse
This loot is not for show
You gotta grab and go
At the apocalypse
We out to hunt the vaults
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
The children of the vault
We’ll watch them fall
All the way down
We will not obey them
Cause some mayhem
Burn it down