Fallout rap
Fallout rap
If I can find a singer and a musician, maybe we could set up a record label.
Damn bitch, you must have balls on you
Posting your shit, like you have a right to
Fallout, game of the year '97, demand respect
Nuclear war, that's a real fucked-up concept
Let me tell you something, son, open your peepers
Don't be shakin' like that, I know you got jitters
Notorious D-A-C, our rap is well-deserved, bitches
Fallout Uber Alles is our creed, we keep makin' pitches
Release Fallout sequel, sign the petition, we're like leeches
Can't shake us off, better hide in the ditches
Ban brothers from forums, close discussions
But, son, fucking with D-A-C has reprecussions
Interplay, Bethesda, learned the lesson
We're like thugs in your crib with Smith and Wesson
Everyone here is a mad fucker, insane killa
No fear of death, I'd tubgirl a 200-pound gorilla
Been banging with D-A-C for three years, I'm community pillar
Reading the forums 24-7, sippin' a sixpack Miller
Seen bitches come here, talking shit, throwing punches
Asshats all of them now, fucking carpet munchers
That's end of the story, take a hint, stranger
Fallout fan is like Nevada Wasteland Ranger
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There will be more, hopefully.
Posting your shit, like you have a right to
Fallout, game of the year '97, demand respect
Nuclear war, that's a real fucked-up concept
Let me tell you something, son, open your peepers
Don't be shakin' like that, I know you got jitters
Notorious D-A-C, our rap is well-deserved, bitches
Fallout Uber Alles is our creed, we keep makin' pitches
Release Fallout sequel, sign the petition, we're like leeches
Can't shake us off, better hide in the ditches
Ban brothers from forums, close discussions
But, son, fucking with D-A-C has reprecussions
Interplay, Bethesda, learned the lesson
We're like thugs in your crib with Smith and Wesson
Everyone here is a mad fucker, insane killa
No fear of death, I'd tubgirl a 200-pound gorilla
Been banging with D-A-C for three years, I'm community pillar
Reading the forums 24-7, sippin' a sixpack Miller
Seen bitches come here, talking shit, throwing punches
Asshats all of them now, fucking carpet munchers
That's end of the story, take a hint, stranger
Fallout fan is like Nevada Wasteland Ranger
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There will be more, hopefully.
Heya little kiddies, gather round
Hush, hush, babies, don't make a sound
Your uncle Aptyp's gonna tell about how
He got introduced to a game called "Fallout"...
Many years ago I was a boy like you
Lived in nasty city, went to shitty school
Then one day my daddy went an extra mile
Shipped me off for schooling in British Isles
I arrived in London, it was dark and cold
"Welcome to Heathrow", we were told
We got on the bus, on the road again
In the Hastings city I arrived at ten
Burg was kinda shitty, not much to do
Picked up smoking, my judgement blew
It was Sunday morning, on August '98
I was led inside nameless store by fate
Surrounded by boxes, there I stood
Money in my pocket, smiling, feeling good
Wrapped in shiny plastic were latest games
I picked out "Fallout" from many names
Box art was awesome, I reached for cash
My choice was lucky, it was no trash...
I rushed home, locked up the room
The smell of ripped wrapping was like parfume
I reached inside, pulled a book and C-D
Little did I know what my future would be
Flipping through the pages of the manual
Couldn't read without laughing, I was having a ball
Lack of computer was my only regret
Quality gaming time was hard to get...
Month has passed, I was back on the plane
Landed in Moscow, and caught the train
My city met me with dirty streets
We sure didn't live like them damn Brits
The car rolled up to our apartment block
My landing was littered, didn't want to talk
Life in the ghetto, I was fucked
Opened the door and got unpacked
"Fallout" box stared right at me
The rest, as you know, is history...
With that, you kids, I end my story
"Fallout" days are days of glory
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Wow, that was fairly shitty even by my standards.
Hush, hush, babies, don't make a sound
Your uncle Aptyp's gonna tell about how
He got introduced to a game called "Fallout"...
Many years ago I was a boy like you
Lived in nasty city, went to shitty school
Then one day my daddy went an extra mile
Shipped me off for schooling in British Isles
I arrived in London, it was dark and cold
"Welcome to Heathrow", we were told
We got on the bus, on the road again
In the Hastings city I arrived at ten
Burg was kinda shitty, not much to do
Picked up smoking, my judgement blew
It was Sunday morning, on August '98
I was led inside nameless store by fate
Surrounded by boxes, there I stood
Money in my pocket, smiling, feeling good
Wrapped in shiny plastic were latest games
I picked out "Fallout" from many names
Box art was awesome, I reached for cash
My choice was lucky, it was no trash...
I rushed home, locked up the room
The smell of ripped wrapping was like parfume
I reached inside, pulled a book and C-D
Little did I know what my future would be
Flipping through the pages of the manual
Couldn't read without laughing, I was having a ball
Lack of computer was my only regret
Quality gaming time was hard to get...
Month has passed, I was back on the plane
Landed in Moscow, and caught the train
My city met me with dirty streets
We sure didn't live like them damn Brits
The car rolled up to our apartment block
My landing was littered, didn't want to talk
Life in the ghetto, I was fucked
Opened the door and got unpacked
"Fallout" box stared right at me
The rest, as you know, is history...
With that, you kids, I end my story
"Fallout" days are days of glory
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Wow, that was fairly shitty even by my standards.
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