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Boltgun

Dan Bull; Falconshield
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Another day amid the chaos Never seem to get a day off What can I do? Say to the Infamer "Hey boss, can I have a break?" Might get a little more than laid off Luckily for me, don't want to call it a day My career's flipping cool, and the tool of my trade Is a bolt, bolt, bolt gun, all in a day's work Roll straight up and put my tool in your face, huh The stench of stenching blood and steel No words betray how good it feels When your face plates soft like an orange peel And you taste your own flesh, it's your last meal Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun I can tell you now that there'll be no fun Sodomy is more flavourful, chump And this other slayer's sold you with my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun Boltgun, Boltgun Eight foot bloody high, but I'm still a stocky guy Pull out the heater like a pre-warmed banoffee pie Sly, put out hits on repeat more than my Spotify I stick a bolt to your brain, that's an occupied mind Laying bodies on ice like a hockey fight, time To switch out the clip like a copyright strike Warhammer fan, I'd hammer fam, but I can't see the hammer Still I'm licking shots as if the salt's on my tequila slammer The stench of stenching blood and steel No words betray how good it feels When your face plates soft like an orange peel And you taste your own flesh, it's your last meal Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun I can tell you now that there'll be no fun Sodomy is more flavourful, chump And this other slayer's sold you with my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun Boltgun, Boltgun I'm a man on a mission, packing enough ammunition To last 'til the last of attackers is lacking and living That's a distinctive pattern, I've sank enough ships With my kraken, that entire fleet's in cincillas, I've flattened Don't feel a wrath, I'm in flak and then snack on the shrapnel Feel my biscuit barrel razzling Guess that's the way the biz gets cracking then Picking and packing my clips, I know when to hold 'em Racking up hits, I fold 'em, that bloody quick You panic and struggle to hold on to the stuff in your colon The stench of stenching blood and steel No words betray how good it feels When your face plates soft like an orange peel And you taste your own flesh, it's your last meal Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun I can tell you now that there'll be no fun Sodomy is more flavourful, chump And this other slayer's sold you with my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun You don't want smoke from my Boltgun Boltgun, Boltgun