The restock trip (Thrift shop G1 style)

Hey, Spectre! Shall I go restocking?

What, what, what, what... [many times]

Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]

[Hook:]
I'm gonna load some mercs
Only got seven hundred in my saddles
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a sucker
This is bucking awesome

[Verse 1:]
Nah, walk up to the pub like, "What up? I got a big deal!"
I'm so pumped about some shit that I'll nigh steal
Blood on the grip, it's so damn crusty
That ponies like, "Well... It's a fresh kill, honey."
Buyin' in, hella deep, tradin' till the hours of wee,
Draped in my elegant trim, 'cept my guard, he's quite mean
Checking out this hellhound skin, clients standin' next to me
"Probably shoulda washed this, smells like a bloodwing's pick"
(Presssssss)
Oh shit, it cost twenty-nine caps! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get to commute it
Passin' up those spiked shoes someone else's been punching with
But me and grungy dealing it man
I am stuntin' and pricin' and
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma up your 'splosive game, I'ma up your 'splosive game,
No for real - ask this chump - can I have those three grenades? (Thank you)
A new Hazmat suit and some gun riggin'
Reinforced leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken shotgun, I bought a broken shotgun
I bought a steel hatchet, then I bought from their shaman
Hello, hello, my ace griff, my Wick-o
Bottlecap ain't got nothing on my swindle game, hell no
I could take some Blade Wings, make them cool, sell those
The feather-heads would be like "Aw, she got the Talons'"

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
What you know about rockin' assaults on your sadddles?
What you knowin' about wieldin' this in tight battles?
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that scavenge
One pon's trash, that's another pon's treasure
Thank that slaver for donating that bulletproof shirt
'Cause right now I'm up in her stuntin'
I'm at the Basin, you can find me in the (Downtown)
I'm not, I'm not sick of searchin' in that section (Downtown)
Your partin', your huntin', your raidin', your reinin'
I'll take those tribal zebra trinkets, second-hoof, I rock that motherbucker
The built-in onesie with the blessings on that motherbucker
I hit the ghouls and they freeze with that motherbucker
You be like, "Oh, that potion - that's hella tight."
I'm like, "Yo - that's hundred caps for a one-shot."
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Hundred caps for a new tissue - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)
I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)
I call that getting tricked by a herbalist
That potions's hella dough
And going through dozens in a fight 'cause you lacked brains is hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get rich from a fight? Man you hella won't
Man you hella won't

(Night Sweep... handlin' mercs... yeah!)

[Hook]

[Sedge:]
I wear my new steel claws
I look incredible
I pack a big ass load
From that wand'rer down the road
I wear my new sharp claws (damn right)
I look incredible (now come on man)
I pack a big ass load (big ass load)
From that wand'rer down the road (let's go)

[Hook]

Is that a zebra armor?