Junkrap - Dan Bull

Stop me, oh-oh-oh, stop me

Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before

Stop me, oh-oh-oh, stop me

Before you turn up burnt and red raw

Here’s a fun fact

Out in the outback, Junkrat

Tick tock boomed and kaboomed

Like the kick on this drum track

Been there, done that, Junkrat

Tick tock boomed and kaboomed

Like the kick on this drum track

The drunkard down under’s coming out of junker town

So hunker down unless you want your bowels flung around

There’s nothing else quite as rowdy as the punk sound

A literal wall of death in the mosh pit

Tough crowd

Rolling a rip-tire, stroll in and set fire

To the whole of civilization, inconsolable Sid Meier

Forever going lower as if he’s holding a zip wire

Him and Roadhog are like Silas Davis and Nick Myatt

A lovable couple of misfits

Looking for mischief

They’ll come to your district

And crumble your biscuits

You can insist you want them to quit this

It’s your privilege

But I wouldn’t be so dumb as to risk it

Civil discussion isn’t really up on their list

To get done

They just want to get some, that’s step one

Also step two, three, four, and five

You get the gist and I suggest you don’t suggest

That’s quite a repetitive list

Stop me, oh-oh-oh, stop me

Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before

Stop me, oh-oh-oh, stop me

Before you turn up burnt and red raw

Here’s a fun fact

Out in the outback, Junkrat

Tick tock boomed and kaboomed

Like the kick on this drum track

Been there, done that, Junkrat

Tick tock boomed and kaboomed

Like the kick on this drum track

Hating Omnics, they make him vomit

Like a plate of pubic shavings in a bacon omelette, gnarly

What a volatile horrid child

Dropping a bomb in your domicile

Human missile, bodies in a bloody pile

One can find him in the supermarket in the rocket aisle

Doing his weekly atrocity shopping and stockpiling

For the time when things got violent, cocky smile

This nutter’s done it doggy style with a crocodile

The map isn’t a battleground, it’s a playpen

To make friends so they can share the mayhem

Came back from Home Depot with a bag of demolishing tools

A labourer trading in pain, sod college and school

Knowledged in cruelty, tossing steel traps and damaging fools

Once he stole the Queen’s hat and ran with the jewels

But can they prove he made it happen?

Unlikely

It was only chapter one of an international crime spree

From country to country, he ran and fled

Flouting the bounty upon his head

Getting riled up and rowdy, he’s wanted dead

And shouting proudly about it, here’s what he said

Stop me, oh-oh-oh, stop me

Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before

Stop me, oh-oh-oh, stop me

Before you turn up burnt and red raw

Here’s a fun fact

Out in the outback, Junkrat

Tick tock boomed and kaboomed

Like the kick on this drum track

Been there, done that, Junkrat

Tick tock boomed and kaboomed

Like the kick on this drum track

Stop me, oh-oh-oh, stop me

Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before

Stop me, oh-oh-oh, stop me

Before you turn up burnt and red raw

Here’s a fun fact

Out in the outback, Junkrat

Tick tock boomed and kaboomed

Like the kick on this drum track

Been there, done that, Junkrat

Tick tock boomed and kaboomed

Like the kick on this drum track