Dan Bull - A Bouncy Rap Song In Celebration Of The 2015 Video Game Mad Max lyrics

I started with nothing they took it all Swapped it for a suburn and a foot in the balls I'm homeless and hopeless these bogans are bogus emotionally deprived and rife with psychosis They've gone and made max ferocious How mad this bloke is That'll stab you in the back with a broken bone and slash your scrotum I need to have the focus To build the magnum opus And plan a roadtrip so that I can go and tackle scrotus He scrapped my black on black ballache Messing with another fella's car? Not at all mate Never miss a war boy he's one foot in the grave When I twist the blade never forget the look on their face Look, I'm not brave, I just wanna repay the pain I ain't saving the world There's no world to save I'm Mad Max Collect Scrap To attach to my ride and drive the threat back I'm Mad Max I've left tracks From gas town way out to the out back I'm Mad Max I blast caps from blas cap and splatter the barren flats with flak I'm Mad Max I wreck tracks And make you crap your kecks like ex-lax Just nipping out to nick stuff And then get stuck in the big nothing But get stuffed if you think I'll quit, huffing Unsettle the dust Above the speckles of rust I've got myself to help There's no one better to trust until I bumped into chumbucket Through plum luck and it got me pumped up To have a chum who's up for: Mucking in Tucking in Trucking Kicking up a motherf**ing ruckus Sick enough to sit in While I'm socking these s**ers When we hop in the vehicle I call shotgun That's not a metaphor, mate I've actually got one I'm Mad Max Collect Scrap To attach to my ride and drive the threat back I'm Mad Max I've left tracks From gas town way out to the out back I'm Mad Max I blast caps from blas cap and splatter the barren flats with flak I'm Mad Max I wreck tracks And make you crap your kecks like ex-lax I've got a ticket to ride To where the fittest survive To live here requires A particular type of meticulous mind You need volition Munition And intuition to drive And that's what griffa provides It's not sufficient to be wishful And blag it You need the nads to eat a fistful of maggots From prickles to scrapulance Rippers and rammers You're going to need to be a dab hand Which a wrench and a hammer The manic Mechanic Installing panic Bringing havoc To these panoamic lands With my rampant antics Though its dramatic I'm a cla**ic romantic at heart Hi, honey I'm home You wont believe the traffic I'm Mad Max Collect Scrap To attach to my ride and drive the threat back I'm Mad Max I've left tracks From gas town way out to the out back I'm Mad Max I blast caps from blas cap and splatter the barren flats with flak I'm Mad Max I wreck tracks And make you crap your kecks like ex-lax