a bouncy rap song in celebration of the 2015 video game mad max

i started with nothing they took it all

swapped it for a suburn and a foot in the balls

i'm homeless and hopeless these bogans are bogus emotionally deprived and rife with psychosis

they've gone and made max ferocious

how mad this bloke is

that'll stab you in the back with a broken bone and slash your scrotum

i need to have the focus

to build the magnum opus

and plan a roadtrip so that i can go and tackle scrotus

he scrapped my black on black ballache

messing with another fella's car?

not at all mate

never miss a war boy he's one foot in the grave

when i twist the blade never forget the look on their face

look

i'm not brave

i just wanna repay the pain

i ain't saving the world

there's no world to save

i'm mad max

collect scrap

to attach to my ride and drive the threat back

i'm mad max

i've left tracks

from gas town way out to the out back

i'm mad max

i blast caps from blas cap and splatter the barren flats with flak

i'm mad max

i wreck tracks

and make you crap your kecks like ex-lax

just nipping out to nick stuff

and then get stuck in the big nothing

but get stuffed if you think i'll quit

huffing

unsettle the dust

above the speckles of rust

i've got myself to help

there's no one better to trust until

i bumped into chumbucket

through plum luck and it got me pumped up

to have a chum who's up for: mucking in

tucking in

trucking

kicking up a motherfucking ruckus

sick enough to sit in

while i'm socking these suckers

when we hop in the vehicle

i call shotgun

that's not a metaphor

mate

i've actually got one

i'm mad max

collect scrap

to attach to my ride and drive the threat back

i'm mad max

i've left tracks

from gas town way out to the out back

i'm mad max

i blast caps from blas cap and splatter the barren flats with flak

i'm mad max

i wreck tracks

and make you crap your kecks like ex-lax

i've got a ticket to ride

to where the fittest survive

to live here requires

a particular type of meticulous mind

you need volition

munition

and intuition to drive

and that's what griffa provides

it's not sufficient to be wishful

and blag it

you need the nads to eat a fistful of maggots

from prickles to scrapulance

rippers and rammers

you're going to need to be a dab hand

which a wrench and a hammer

the manic

mechanic

installing panic

bringing havoc

to these panoamic lands

with my rampant antics

though its dramatic

i'm a classic romantic at heart

hi

honey i'm home

you wont believe the traffic

i'm mad max

collect scrap

to attach to my ride and drive the threat back

i'm mad max

i've left tracks

from gas town way out to the out back

i'm mad max

i blast caps from blas cap and splatter the barren flats with flak

i'm mad max

i wreck tracks

and make you crap your kecks like ex-lax