[Verse 1]
Ready to kick this right off into overdrive
No time for a slow rise, gotta nose dive
Ever since the asteroid hit, it's been go time
For all the local survivors to go mad like Bovine disease
No signs of peace in the vicinity
Unleash the inner killer, skin a villager and wear him as a triple piece
Revolver bullets land you in the heat
Out of the pan into the fire is a fitting theme
Pull limbs apart, stretched out like a Limousinе
Gunpowder guaranteed to blow your mind, killer queen
Go toe to toе with a red neck mech
If he weren't a twat he'd end up on his death bed less
The Abadon mutants, man what a nuisance
The buggers make less of a ruckus after you shoot them
The goon squad kill nearly everything with no thought
Split them down the middle of their heads like a Mohawk
Who needs a hype man when you've got a hyper cannon
Or darts that defy gravity like flying salmon
The blood could fill a tanker up, pump it by the gallon
Slam so hard that I could terraform a giant chasm
My plan as the last lone Ranger
Destroy the authority til they pose no danger
How will I do it be the wastelands saviour
A whole lot of guns and a whole lot of pain yeah
Rage in my head
In my way then you're dead
Have your brains on some bread
With my bacon and eggs
Or gravy and peas
Ooo and maybe some cheese
Blow a motherfucker up, tow your motherfucking truck
I don't motherfucking know if I've said motherfucker enough
Brothers better buckle up, gun as big as uncle Buck
The bullet holes will look like oreos and have you double stuffed
Chop every noggin off and I won't skip a head
This would be much easier if these lot had some thinner necks
Who wants to be my dinner next
Serve you up with chicken legs
With garlic dip and market fish and
Gasping for a sick thrill, no aspirin or a big pills
Gunna take the pain away from when I attach him to a windmill
Acting like a prick will get you blasted into smithereens
Tiny little pieces that are smaller than what lizards eat
Putting on my wizards cheats, spitting heat on wicked beats
Bringing home to bacon but I don't even deliver meat
And I haven't washed in at least a week
Starting to smell like stinky cheese or some pickled feet, really reeks
[Chorus]
Wasteland Superman chase gangs with boomerangs
This ain't my final form, I'm holding back force like hoover dam

[Verse 2]
Norse god of storms here, no Thor or Mjolnir
Thunderstruck sounding like I'm cracking open cold beers
Fold peers backs like a book spine
New glove attachments that look fly, hotter than a cooked pie
Feeling high like I puffed a load of piff
Touch a bucketload of clips chucking buffalo off cliffs
Duck low and dip, dodge a bus, throw my fist
Strong punch like I spiked the bowl with vodka and piss
I could not give a shit if you hold hands up with white flags
That time passed when the land melted in the ice caps
Turn up the amplifier
Verses are catching fire
Burn in a massive pyre
Terminate rats and liars
Like Danny Dyer eating Reeses pieces, proper nutty
General Cross is such a knob, he'd probably squash a box of puppies
He sent goons my way so I shot their tummies
Lackeys all repeating what he says, peating me what he says
Lackeys all repeating what he says like a flock of budgies
Looking like a kill buffet and guess what, I've got the munchies
[Chorus]
Wasteland Superman chase gangs with boomerangs
This ain't my final form, I'm holding back force like hoover dam
Wasteland Superman chase gangs with boomerangs
This ain't my final form, I'm holding back force like hoover dam