Grab Dat Loot!

(альбом: Nerdcore Unleashed - 2012)

If you having pest problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a Skag ain't one

Nothin's stopping me, you're not the boss of me
That's my lifelong philosophy, want a piece?
I'll make the other Vault Hunters look like wannabes
That's probably why your daughters are in love with me
I'm slaughtering anyone who tries to walk on me
Like a Thresher who gets ya coming up from underneath
It isn't hard to see why you cannot believe
When I tell you guardian angels can talk to me
Here's a coffin, I build them often
My enemies end up in these when they stop responding
Targets drop quick, I'm a hardened marksman
You're the country bumpkin who can hardly function

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

You gotta gra-gr-gra-gr-grab dat loot (Grab dat loot)
Nee-ne-nee-ne-need dat loot (Need dat loot)
Kee-ke-kee-ke-keep dat loot (Keep dat loot)
Dat loot, dat loot, dat loot
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Pucker up, buttercup and kiss my ass
I'm talking lips to crack, can you handle that?
Handsome Jack, while your at it, lick my sack
It's not a lot to ask, in fact, a simple task
Or I can splatter your guts with a custom grenade
Bombing your base (yup), that'll have you palming your face
Popping skulls like an ace, critical hit to the brains
And if your head grows back, I'll have you covered in flames (Spit it)

They just call it war, but I'm just having fun
When you were playing with toys, I was playing with guns
You think you finished them off? Punk, you've only begun
I got 99 problems and a Skag ain't one

I got 99 problems
Pro-pr-prob-problems
99 problems, Skag ai-ain't one
If you having pest problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a Skag ain't one
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Axton, Salvador, Zer0 and Maya
Got the motley crew to screw with every Goliath
Psychos can't even touch us and the midgets don't try to
Life is a race and look, everybody's behind us
My boy Krispy Kreme knows where I'm at
I got a pocket full of shells, you got a face full of gats
Hats off to me, the freaking wasteland king
If you don't like how I talk, you can hear my gun sing

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 right now
You know that somewhere in the desert, there's a gun that's even better
Just a-waiting to be found

You gotta gra-gr-gra-gr-grab dat loot (Grab dat loot)
Nee-ne-nee-ne-need dat loot (Need dat loot)
Kee-ke-kee-ke-keep dat loot (Keep dat loot)
I got 99 problems, but a Skag ain't one
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