Steve, don't kill anybody while we're on camera
Okay, we're on, we're o- we're o-
Welcome everybody, Rocket and JT are back
With another f-ing Borderlands rap!
Woo!
They call me a scary disaster, keepin' it barely together
What the hell's the meaning of sanity? Because I barely remember
The definition seems to be missing from the dictionary
I better reach out to Merriam-Webster
'Scuse me, ma'am, can I ask ya? What's a basket case?
Hey, can anyone help me define it?
I think I've lost all reason and I'm probably not gonna find it
My train of thought is off the rails, 'cause it was one-track minded
Like right now, I need one more rhyme to end this four-bar rhyme with
I got those psycho vibes rippin' through ya like a cyclone
Tie you to a missile, here's a ticket for your flight home
Keep your hands off my planet, because my flag has been planted
I plan on cracking open more vaults than Jack
I'm the handsomest devil ever, and
You can bet I've got a guardian angel
Yes, I'm a hazard to you, but to myself, I'm hardly a danger
So remind me, what the f-'s sanity? I'm scared I'll forget
Especially when I'm strapped with this massive alien tech
I'm rockin' billions of ill guns, it's real fun
Every target on my hit list, fulfilled, son
If you're with the children of the vault, you will run
Like a crate filled with white claws, I'll kill them
Get my money
Grab my guns
Put on a smile
Everything's cool when you're feelin' like a psycho
I'm a weirdo
Lost my mind
Put on a smile
Everything's cool when you're feelin' like a psycho
Even if I catch flak, I'm faster to clap back
Than a claptrap in a backpack blastin' some fat tracks
Meet a real badass who has racks stacked with mad gats
I'll drop my hazmat pants so you can shake hands with my asscrack
Like Mad Max if he had a rap sheet of indecent exposure
But the only exposure you'll get from me is gonna be an explosion
These Borderlands are a borderline disaster, that was a homage
'Cause we're so hungry for mayhem, we may never fill up our stomachs
We're the hunters of the vaults, and we'll empty 'em
Of iridium, if you got some, do not simply give me some
I want all of it, or you're gonna get shot and then looted
It's your decision which one of the ways you want us to do it
I'm rockin' billions of ill guns, it's real fun
Every target on my hit list, fulfilled, son
If you're with the children of the vault, you will run
Like a crate filled with white claws, I'll kill them
Get my money
Grab my guns
Put on a smile
Everything's cool when you're feelin' like a psycho
I'm a weirdo
Lost my mind
Put on a smile
Everything's cool when you're feelin' like a psycho
Wait up a second, JT, you're losin' your head
See, don't go psychotic again, or we'll put you in the asylum
With the Calypso Twins countin' up your sins
Like a heavy algebraic math equation
This planet's lookin' far, Pandora's lookin' wide
So you better catch a ride, 'cause there ain't no Ubers comin' by
You see, my mental health has taken a dip in its price
I'm goin' crazier and crazier, one vault at a time
Get my money
Grab my guns
Put on a smile
Everything's cool when you're feelin' like a psycho
I'm a weirdo
Lost my mind
Put on a smile
