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mrhouse

Call me mr house saved this city by myself
hunkered in my bunker doing all of it in stealth
hooked up to a machine but i dont need any of its help
its asks me everything cuz im smarter than itself

built up a whole harem put them all in VR
Pimped out my bots with 18"s from a motha fuckin car
Wrote a whole OS and that fit it all right on a chip
upload that to my army so I can right the sinking ship

waste land looks like a waste of my damn time
gonna build a shiny rocket and make the stars all mine
I went and told the CCP the direction they could screw
when nukes landed on bejing wasnt shit that they could do

NCR beggin for a drink and a little bit of light
I oblige and charge 10,000 caps every single night
cant fuck with me cuz the house always persists
ill be chillin' in my bunker when yall cease to exist

face glowin' green like a fuckin' CRT
wasteland normies mad cuz they cant be me
got howard huges swag i never leave my pad
cant move my muscles but it really aint that bad

jacked in the matrix since back in 77'
try and beat the house we'll send your ass to heaven
raiders trying out the room temp challange
zapped em with some lazers from my newvegas palace

talk to the tribes tell them they need to clean up
benny fucked it up; and now he's just done
anyone who steps up will see the error of their ways
when robco rockets send you to an early grave
house always wins facts dont care what you say
this is my wasteland bitch you're stuck on freeplay

House:
Listen up, it's Mr. House, and I'm here to state
dred's got brains, put you in a checkmate
He's sharp like a razor, quick like a whip
His rhymes cut deep, make you feel the hit
He's got style, charisma, and flow
dred heir to the strip, the robco CISO