Power Fist (Meat of the Dog)
This is your host V. Dweller
Comin' to you live from the Californian Wasteland
To share a tale of human warmth and loss in this cold bleak world
Let the story be told, yeah, yeah, come on bitches
For twenty-three years I been wanderin' this waste
Walkin' past endless houses that're copy n paste
Saw a radscorpion the other day nigga
I ain't ashamed to tell you that I ran away nigga
Tried to join the Brotherhood but they weren't havin me
Said I'd bring their image down unacceptably
I told them to take their power armor n run
I chase them down and fuck their faces with my big floppy dong
I wear a leather jacket and I carry a shotgun (click click)
Found me a dog in a town made a junk
Initially planned to kill him and hide him in my trunk
To make for good eating when I travelled the land
But he came up to me and he just licked my hand
My heart nearly broke there, but I became a man
Now me n Dogmeat travel 'cross the desert sand
If there was anything left in my life that I missed
I found it when I found my new toy, my Power Fist
Now this is where my story might get kinda sad
Where I recount an experience of which I'm not glad
Like any kid I'd heard tales of great underground vaults
Where people grew up, clean as newborn colts
Dismissed them all as an old wives' tale
Spread by tribal elders, their sanity bailed
So imagine my surprise when I met a young lass
Clad in a vault jumpsuit that showed off her ass
Chorus:
I invited you to stay with me n Dogmeat in our hut (hut)
But you said you didn't want me to Power Fist you, what (what)
It should be an honour to let my dog's meat in your butt (butt)
Now I know you're getting freaky with Harold n Bob, slut
I could've offered you safe shelter n protection
All I wanted in return was some slightly unusual action
But you said that was too much, the price was too high
And that's why I threw you out, I ain't gonna lie
Dunno what you have against me n my power fist (power fist)
But if you wanna stay, learn to love my power fist (power fist)
Cause I ain't never letting go of my power fist (power fist)
Power fist, muthafucka
Power fist
Power fist
Now that girl wanders the waste, just like I did
But without a loyal dog or a fist like I had
Girl's gonna come to a sticky end, and I'm pissed
It coulda been avoided if she'd accepted my fist
I caught a report on the radio the other day
Three Dog and his homies were comin out to play
They told me about a girl from Vault 108
Who'd been ravaged by Supermutants over the course of three days
Her body was left for scavengers to find
Picked clean of all but the most basic supplies
You could almost hear the jokers dryin their eyes
But you know it, nigga, I never even cried
cause
Chorus:
I invited you to stay with me n Dogmeat in our hut (hut)
But you said you didn't want me to Power Fist you, what (what)
It should be an honour to let my dog's meat in your butt (butt)
Now I know you're getting freaky with Harold n Bob (slut)
The moral of this story, kids, is easy to see
You ever find yourselves lost just come runnin to me
Me n Dogmeat can offer you safe haven at last
All we ask in return is that we DP your ass