JT Music - Grab Dat Loot! lyrics
[JT Music - Grab Dat Loot! lyrics]
If you havin' pest problems, I
Feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a Skag ain’t one
Nothin's stoppin' 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
Comin' 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 respondin’
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
Pucker up, buttercup and kiss my ass
I'm talkin' 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 bombin' your base
(yup) , that'll have you palmin' your face
Poppin' 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 havin' fun
When you were playin' with toys
I was playin' 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 havin' pest problems, I
Feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a Skag ain't one
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 freakin' 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
Wait's 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-waitin' 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
Feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a Skag ain’t one
Nothin's stoppin' 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
Comin' 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 respondin’
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
Pucker up, buttercup and kiss my ass
I'm talkin' 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 bombin' your base
(yup) , that'll have you palmin' your face
Poppin' 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 havin' fun
When you were playin' with toys
I was playin' 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 havin' pest problems, I
Feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a Skag ain't one
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 freakin' 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
Wait's 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-waitin' 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