Beats the point, smoke some jet
Well it is 2-2-7-7, it ain't like heaven
And when I'm on the minigun I Damage forty-seven
Cause I'm cooler than a feral goul's entrails
Oh hell, there he goes again hissin that [censored]
Bang, shootin like I was a merc, I got a perk
And now you bout to see this vault-man pown a 'lurk
I heard it's not vault 101 but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what guns you make but how much caps you spent
you got me bent like tin cans, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, I got all of those yau guis furried
So go get your mine box, and your sack of Caps
It Zaps to see you try to be like Mr. Paps
Daddy fat sacks, P-I-P B-O-Y
It's that same vault dweller that shot that plasma to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
Givin the shout out to my Friend Nathan locked up in prison
Now throw your guns in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like squirrel on a stick and all that waste [censored]
Then everybody say O-Yea-yer
Now, my laser demonstration be like chem stimulation
to make me-feel-better, ain't no one fitter
Let me know when humanity's not bitter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
Therefore, if not the children we raise gon' have that wasteland syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if it's a goul, it just might get fired on
Or will it give a care about what others do and get gone
we're alien-blasters cause we different keep our guns to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker of my piece of yao gui
Now breaker, breaker 10-1 can I get some reply?
Now everybody say...
Chorus
Everyday I sit swimmin in a pool
of radiation as I slowly slowly morph into a goul
Like mutants to the BoS, cuz we adjust to the shootin zone
Nova I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of junk around overencumbered
And now every single thing I kill is being numbered
Like you made the lyons pride
And the daddy's dream's goin nationwide
You heard the Brotherhood of steel
So back the hell up off me
Softly as if I fought a 'lurk in the dark
Found a way to GNR and started to embark
a quest to find and save your dear old father
But if trank' lane's to hard don't even bother
the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here
No chems or alcohol so I get the enclave signal clear
Put my glock away I got a laser weapon
that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay
Chorus
Tell me if I can make any improvements.