"Mask Destruction" lyrics
(Borderlands 4 Song)
Get ready for the masquerade
Come on, put on a mask and raid
Confront these goons in their cave
I didn't come here to mass debate
And can I ask, if I may, are you from the dog pound?
Because you're about to catch a stray
I blast away until you've passed away
Face looking like a half-ate pasta bake
It's a disaster, mate
Fascinating
As long as you're okay
That's the main thing
Put on the mask, I'm not asking nicely
Unless someone's looking, then I actually might be
Sing along to the song if you want
'Cause it doesn't even matter if the track's in the right key
Try C, my G, maybe B flat
I kneecap you twice, to recap
Now you got a main squeeze
You might need a sidepiece
So try these, they're quite neat
You can't beat my prices, I guarantee
But so that I legally can supply heat
Can I see some ID?
You're nineteen? Blimey, fine by me
Fill your shopping basket with the boom boom sticks
'Til you hop in that whip and then vroom vroom quick
While you're rocking that mix of my new music
Click, pop in that clip like a Youtube glitch
Quick cocking that pistol, looking at this fool
Slugging that missile, then doof doof, bitch
Popping that lip as if I threw two fists
"Why you being so mean?" 'Cause I choose to, prick
Sit down, be humble
It's Dan, the Dan Bull
Ready for a bit of rough and tumble
When I blow, you'll be smoked like a birthday candle
You can grapple, you can crouch
You can dodge, you can glide
You can swim, you can sprint
But you're never going to hide
You can wait, you can strafe
You can walk or ride
You can run, you can jump
But you're never going to hide
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it a limitation?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it a liberation?
Being dead is frightening, but it's scarier to die
Are you afraid of living or just scared to be alive?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it for free expression?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it for deep repression?
Being dead is frightening, but it's scarier to die
Are you afraid of living or just scared to be alive?
So many people here are wearing a disguise
That when I see that you're not real, it's barely a surprise
Tearing at my eyes, staring at the skies
For truth bombs, wary of the lies
Being spineless is a virus
Being blind isn't defined as being eyeless
And it isn't seeing the light differently in the neon at night
Isn't what it seems, even when you're seeing a likeness
Being quiet doesn't mean that there's shyness
Being deaf doesn't mean hearing the quietness
Me, I've acquired the theology of Aquinas
Sniff at a king, as if I'm clearing my sinus
Keeping an eye on this dynasty, regardless
I won't be kneeling and pleading "Your highness"
I know a guy, he's a horrid timekeeper
Put it like this: Not a nice geezer
I don't mind either
I was quite mean in my day
But I don't want to play follow my leader
If you aren't wearing a mask, then I'm asking you
Were you aware you were asked?
Do you hear what I'm asking?
Or are you deliberately masking?
Is that a mask or is that skin, dear?
There isn't a mask iller
My skill as a mass killer's unmatched
It'll amass skrilla
In a minimum of millions, I'm milling with with my minions
I'm merely a millennial with minimal melanin
And a little bit of masculinity
Mass killin' and tea, that's the master key, ask anybody
I'm dastardly, I have to be
My body count needs a math degree
No cap, I don't have acne
But when I see a red spot, then I have to squeeze
When I charge, you get flattened like a battery
Teabagged in the mug, bruv, that's the tea
Reckon you can have a crack at me?
Then I correct you with the facts, like, "Actually..."
"That, factually, is an inaccuracy"
So get your ass quickly back in your seat
Sit down, be humble
It's Dan, the Dan Bull
Ready for a bit of rough and tumble
When I blow, you'll be smoked like a birthday candle
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it a limitation?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it a liberation?
Being dead is frightening, but it's scarier to die
Are you afraid of living or just scared to be alive?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it for free expression?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it for deep repression?
Being dead is frightening, but it's scarier to die
Are you afraid of living or just scared to be alive?
The most ingenious meanie is me, you see
And if we face off, I'll take your face off
Don't believe me? I'll show you the peer reviewed paper the claim I made's based off
I'm great, British
Break dishes in your face
But this ain't a bake off
Your face is a paper plate, painted and papier mâchéd, and I'm scraping it straight off
When I fire, I'm aiming to find my mark
So why would I require silencers?
Got the firearms wailing like fire alarms
Llamas crying like babies, "Wah wah wah"
'Til the entire place smells like an abbatoir
Is that your face or a painting by Salvador?
Then when I'm finally down to the final round
You're all lying on the ground, without a sound
I told you I didn't need a silencer
Sick of wearing this mask, I'm about to blow up
If you're aware of my past, then you would know what's up
So if you claim you're my mate, you better show up
I'm tired of playing these games and we never co-op
Oh soz, so sorry, Constable
Are my emotions making you uncomfortable?
If my feelings are my fault, then for whose are you responsible?
Feeling the sensory overload
That's the reason we tend to be comatose
Up the creek, no paddle, now row the boat
Oh, didn't see that when I wrote my notes, so
Sit down, be humble
It's Dan, the Dan Bull
Ready for a bit of rough and tumble
When I blow, you'll be smoked like a birthday candle
Come on, put on a mask and raid
Confront these goons in their cave
I didn't come here to mass debate
And can I ask, if I may, are you from the dog pound?
Because you're about to catch a stray
I blast away until you've passed away
Face looking like a half-ate pasta bake
It's a disaster, mate
Fascinating
As long as you're okay
That's the main thing
Put on the mask, I'm not asking nicely
Unless someone's looking, then I actually might be
Sing along to the song if you want
'Cause it doesn't even matter if the track's in the right key
Try C, my G, maybe B flat
I kneecap you twice, to recap
Now you got a main squeeze
You might need a sidepiece
So try these, they're quite neat
You can't beat my prices, I guarantee
But so that I legally can supply heat
Can I see some ID?
You're nineteen? Blimey, fine by me
Fill your shopping basket with the boom boom sticks
'Til you hop in that whip and then vroom vroom quick
While you're rocking that mix of my new music
Click, pop in that clip like a Youtube glitch
Quick cocking that pistol, looking at this fool
Slugging that missile, then doof doof, bitch
Popping that lip as if I threw two fists
"Why you being so mean?" 'Cause I choose to, prick
Sit down, be humble
It's Dan, the Dan Bull
Ready for a bit of rough and tumble
When I blow, you'll be smoked like a birthday candle
You can grapple, you can crouch
You can dodge, you can glide
You can swim, you can sprint
But you're never going to hide
You can wait, you can strafe
You can walk or ride
You can run, you can jump
But you're never going to hide
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it a limitation?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it a liberation?
Being dead is frightening, but it's scarier to die
Are you afraid of living or just scared to be alive?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it for free expression?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it for deep repression?
Being dead is frightening, but it's scarier to die
Are you afraid of living or just scared to be alive?
So many people here are wearing a disguise
That when I see that you're not real, it's barely a surprise
Tearing at my eyes, staring at the skies
For truth bombs, wary of the lies
Being spineless is a virus
Being blind isn't defined as being eyeless
And it isn't seeing the light differently in the neon at night
Isn't what it seems, even when you're seeing a likeness
Being quiet doesn't mean that there's shyness
Being deaf doesn't mean hearing the quietness
Me, I've acquired the theology of Aquinas
Sniff at a king, as if I'm clearing my sinus
Keeping an eye on this dynasty, regardless
I won't be kneeling and pleading "Your highness"
I know a guy, he's a horrid timekeeper
Put it like this: Not a nice geezer
I don't mind either
I was quite mean in my day
But I don't want to play follow my leader
If you aren't wearing a mask, then I'm asking you
Were you aware you were asked?
Do you hear what I'm asking?
Or are you deliberately masking?
Is that a mask or is that skin, dear?
There isn't a mask iller
My skill as a mass killer's unmatched
It'll amass skrilla
In a minimum of millions, I'm milling with with my minions
I'm merely a millennial with minimal melanin
And a little bit of masculinity
Mass killin' and tea, that's the master key, ask anybody
I'm dastardly, I have to be
My body count needs a math degree
No cap, I don't have acne
But when I see a red spot, then I have to squeeze
When I charge, you get flattened like a battery
Teabagged in the mug, bruv, that's the tea
Reckon you can have a crack at me?
Then I correct you with the facts, like, "Actually..."
"That, factually, is an inaccuracy"
So get your ass quickly back in your seat
Sit down, be humble
It's Dan, the Dan Bull
Ready for a bit of rough and tumble
When I blow, you'll be smoked like a birthday candle
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it a limitation?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it a liberation?
Being dead is frightening, but it's scarier to die
Are you afraid of living or just scared to be alive?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it for free expression?
Why are you wearing your mask?
Is it for deep repression?
Being dead is frightening, but it's scarier to die
Are you afraid of living or just scared to be alive?
The most ingenious meanie is me, you see
And if we face off, I'll take your face off
Don't believe me? I'll show you the peer reviewed paper the claim I made's based off
I'm great, British
Break dishes in your face
But this ain't a bake off
Your face is a paper plate, painted and papier mâchéd, and I'm scraping it straight off
When I fire, I'm aiming to find my mark
So why would I require silencers?
Got the firearms wailing like fire alarms
Llamas crying like babies, "Wah wah wah"
'Til the entire place smells like an abbatoir
Is that your face or a painting by Salvador?
Then when I'm finally down to the final round
You're all lying on the ground, without a sound
I told you I didn't need a silencer
Sick of wearing this mask, I'm about to blow up
If you're aware of my past, then you would know what's up
So if you claim you're my mate, you better show up
I'm tired of playing these games and we never co-op
Oh soz, so sorry, Constable
Are my emotions making you uncomfortable?
If my feelings are my fault, then for whose are you responsible?
Feeling the sensory overload
That's the reason we tend to be comatose
Up the creek, no paddle, now row the boat
Oh, didn't see that when I wrote my notes, so
Sit down, be humble
It's Dan, the Dan Bull
Ready for a bit of rough and tumble
When I blow, you'll be smoked like a birthday candle
