Boltgun

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dan Bull] Another day amid the chaos Never seem to get a day off What can I do? Say to the Emperor: "Hey, boss! Can I have a break?" I'd 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-Boltgun all in a day's work Roll straight up and put my tool in your face, uh [Pre-Chorus: Falconshield] The stink of singeing blood and steel No words portray how good it feels When your face flays off like an orange peel And you taste your own flesh as your last meal [Chorus: Falconshield] Oh, son You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun I can tell you now that'll be no fun So do me a small favour, old chum And dissolve as I assault you with my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun, Boltgun, Boltgun [Verse 2: Dan Bull] Eight foot bloody high, but I'm still a stocky guy Pull out the heater like a pre-warmed banoffee pie slice 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 hammerfan, but I can't see the hammer Still, I'm licking shots as if there's salt on my tequila slammer [Pre-Chorus: Falconshield] The stink of singeing blood and steel No words portray how good it feels When your face flays off like an orange peel And you taste your own flesh as your last meal [Chorus: Falconshield] Oh, son You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun I can tell you now that'll be no fun So do me a small favour, old chum And dissolve as I assault you with my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun, Boltgun, Boltgun [Verse 3: Dan Bull] I'm a man on a mission, pack enough ammunition To last 'till the last of attackers is lacking a living That's a distinctive pattern I've sank enough ships with my Kraken That entire fleets and flotillas are flattened Tortilla wrap them in flak, and then snack on the shrapnel 'Till my biscuit barrel's rattling Guess that's the way the biscuit's cracking Picking and packing my clips, I know when to hold them Racking up hits, I fold 'em That bloody quick, you panic and struggle to hold on To the stuff in your colon [Pre-Chorus: Falconshield] The stink of singeing blood and steel No words portray how good it feels When your face flays off like an orange peel And you taste your own flesh as your last meal [Chorus: Falconshield] Oh, son You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun I can tell you now that'll be no fun So do me a small favour, old chum And dissolve as I assault you with my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun, Boltgun, Boltgun