Yes, yes, yes, AH!
Dead body lootin', mutant shootin' Venus youthin',
Rootin' tootin', Luger totin' Ruger loadin',
Bullet throwin', way too long grenade holdin',
Triangle, I might mangle your weapon to rap,
Flash color coded clips and an RPG hat,
Baby baby blue ammo, turn red when it clap,
Shoot your face in the fat, give your cadaver a slap,
Where the level boss at?
I wanna click-click-clack cha-pow, click-click-click-clack that.
I see him, shoot him, skin him, wear him, mount him on the wall,
If completely armor plated, I'ma shoot it in the
maw, like a black hole, a vulture flock,
You violently challenge, your thangs don't ♥♥♥♥,
Your things get shot, your party stop,
When I roll up Teen Wolfin' on the ambulance top,
This ain't no game, ain't never been no show,
And I'll gladly gun down the oldest lady you know.
I don't need no friends, I don't need no phone,
Just a bag of severed heads and my Nuclear Throne,
I don't need no bread, I don't need no home,
Just everybody dead and my Nuclear Throne.