It's the
Dead body looting, mutant shooting, Venus youthin', rootin' tootin', Luger totin', Ruger loadin', bullet throwin', way too long grenade holdin', triangular.
Might mangle your weapon to rap. Flash color coded clips in an RPG hat. Baby, baby, blue ammo turn red when it clap, shoot your face in the fat, give your cadaver a slap, where the level boss at, I wanna click-click-clack-ch'pow-click-click-c'clack that.
See em, shoot em, skin em, wear em, mount 'em on a wall. If it's completely armor plated, I'mma shoot it in the ball--in' like a black hole or vulture flock. You're violently challenged, your thangs don't cock, your things get shot. Your party stops, when I roll up teen-wolfin' on an ambulance top.
This ain't no game, ain't never been no show, and I'll gladly gun down the oldest lady you know.
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I don't need no phone
Just a bag of severed heads
and my Nuclear Throne