Fallout 4 Thrift Shop Parody (Or is it a pastiche?) (Possible Spoilers)

So one of my friends made an oh-so-current and topical Mackelmore reference today in conversation, and it lead to me re-writing the Hook for Thrift Shop on the spot, because that's something I do.

It wouldn't get out of my head, so when I got home, I re-wrote the entirety of the thing to the best of my ability maintaining the scansion and metre of the original.

Enjoy.

Hook:
I'm gonna soak some Rads,
Only got 7 stimpaks in my pocket
Dodging gunners, and Super Mutant Runners,
Eatin' Tato blossoms.

Chillin' in my crib, on TV I saw the bombs drop,
Headed to the vault, got inside and closed the big top.
Chillin' in my Vault Suit, cryochamber's frosty,
Institute's like, "Damn! That's a cold-ass honkey!"

Thawin' outta cryosleep, stumble through the dark'n'deep
Dressed all up in blue fightin' radroaches as I creep
Got the wife's wedding ring, got my promises to keep,
Scroungein' up a pipboy from the corpse lying next to me.

Now I'm wanderin', scavangin', tryin' to go back home again
Dogmeat's my companion, Codsworth got me wonderin',
Now it's dirty and grungy, radiation's rainin' and
I'm huntin' and shootin' and fightin' off raiders and then Marcy Long is such a giant bitch...

Imma wear T-45, Imma wear T-45
No, for real, 'fore the bombs fell, Power Armor Soldier-boy
Leather Vault Jump Suits and metal greaves and bracers
Roach roast and squirrel stew with a nuka-cola chaser
Carla had a broken keyboard? I bought a broken keyboard
Stripped it for its electronics,
Built three turrets and now Curie's bored

Diamond city hello, Nick and Piper keepin' mellow
Minutemen ain't got nothin on my defence, hell no
I could take some clipboards and tv sets and strip those
All the raiders be like, "Aw, shit, they got the bullet hose."

Hook x2

What you know about rockin' Power Armour and stompin?
What you know about breakin' in a safe with a bobby pin?
I'm digging and scavving, and searching through that luggage
One man's trash is another man's come-up
Thank great grandad for leaving me that RadAway that I got
'Cause the zone that I'm in in hot.
I'm in the Fens, man, you can find me in the Diamond
City I'm not stuck, I'm searching for my lost son.
Your Raiders, your Traders, your Scavvers, Crusaders

I'll take this prewar flannel outfit, from your corpse, I rock that motherfucker.
A brand new Swatter with no warps, sock a motherfucker
I hit Goodneighbour and they stop up in that motherfucker
They be like, "Hit up Magnolia at the Rail."
I'm like, "Yo, that bird can really sing," then I gotta flirt.

I'm a limited edition, lets do some simple addition
200 years inside a vault, that's some ice cold truth shit
I call that "getting rolled and subsequently screwed" shit.
I call that getting tricked by a business --
I'm still alive, though --
But so are lots of other folks out in the Wastes without that Rad glow
Peep game, come take a look through my sniper scope
Tryna get caps from my towns and you hella won't.
Man, you hella wont.

Hook

I'm from before the War,
I need your fusion core,
My Power Armour Kicks,
Mama Murphy predicts.
I'm from before the War,
I need your fusion core,
My Power Armour Kicks,
Mama Murphy predicts.

Hook

Are those your Sugar Bombs?