Immortal, Unkillable, Fuckin' Hardcore, by AngusEcrivain
Mini robots that do shit like heal gunshot wounds come in handy in my line of work
A gun for hire, both lover and fighter, just as likely to get shot in the face by my target, as a husband spurned
See my nanites are badass they fix me right up every time I get in the shit
Makes me immortal, unkillable, fuckin' hardcore... Anyways, near as dammit
Don't care if you say it makes me less of a man, living without fear of death
Might not be afraid why the fuck should I be I mean eventually, I'll breathe my last breath
An' you can dance on my grave if that tickles your fancy. Piss on it, I don't care
Why should I? I'll be dead but 'til then you're what we in the biz call 'Game Fair.'
Nanotech's come a long way since the old days and my nanites, they self-replicate
Reminds me of an old TV episode, where folk wandered through star gates
But fuck you if you think you're taking me down, ain't gonna' happen without a fight
Fists and feet fuckin' bullets and rockets... Bring it on, motherfucker. Aye, that's right...
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Tevun-Krus #37 - NanoPunk
Science Fiction#TeamOoorah and the rest of the Tevun-Krus crew return with the first issue of 2K17. It's NanoPunk, and it's badass.
