THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS | Animated Fallout: New Vegas Rap!

THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS | Animated Fallout: New Vegas Rap!


Welcome to the Lucky 38, glad you could make the trip The crowning jewel in the oasis of the Vegas Strip I’m Robert Edwin House, the founder of this place of rest A haven for the wayward, that’s to say, if you can pay the rent Understand that if you try to stop my plans you’ll come to harm I ensure that every bandit standing here has just one arm I eschewed the grandeur, built a land for all that’s free from smarm. But show your hand, I’ll flush you out straight down to the farm You blunder in and wonder if A bunch of chips can run the strip? A hundred twits with guns and clips Have tried their luck and lost the bet I funded it – I’m one with it. So watch your lip or run the risk ‘Cus if you’re here to plunder it You might just end up under it You might just end up under it
CHORUS: You can hit them You can fold them Stack the deck and weigh the dice All that glitters isn’t golden Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price Might be safer in the desert Only dust to judge your sins But those who wager aren’t so clever ‘Cus in heaven Well the House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the-) (Place your bets but the-) (Place your bets but the-)
You want to see the profits of democracy? Then go and see ’em You want to see the profits of democracy? Then go and see ’em Across the street a bunch of freaks are playing colosseum Honestly? Was the world you wanted what you got to see? When you were dropping crosses into boxes behind polling screens? Was dropping bombs your chosen option? Did you vote for screams? Was the apocalypse your politician’s policy? Did you put stock in their prepostering and prophesy? A shining future built on squabble free equality? That every day you’d get your plate of steak and collard greens? That the human race was capable of anything but wanton greed? But now that world is gone and what lived on belongs to me That freedom you so wanted’s now the cost of living comfortably Peace is just a product with a focus test of billions And the test was unsuccessful so we altered it’s description ROBOT: Your safety now provided by the guys at RobCo services! For one ongoing price of your unwavering subservience Impressed? I raised the stakes, returned this land to vibrance Witness as I raise estates from mud and random violence Business is the way to stay the bloody hand of tyrants Conviced yet ? Sail and ask buddy Andrew Ryan A grip of iron never tires Head of ire, lead and wires Neon veins in ancient spires Pump the caps and I respire Th economy is ash, I didn’t light the fire But I can always turn a profit sweeping up the pyre But I can always turn a profit sweeping up the pyre
CHORUS: You can hit them You can fold them Stack the deck and weigh the dice All that glitters isn’t golden Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price Might be safer in the desert Only dust to judge your sins But those who wager aren’t so clever ‘Cus in heaven Well the House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the-) (Place your bets but-) I saw the path, I pre-empted those ascending arms My gilded heart beats forever on to mend the scars I built an ark out of empty spas and trendy bars Mended the families Befriended with the N.C.R. I raised the wasteland from a band of little fight clubs I handle situations delicately White Gloves I’m the chairman of the board taxing on your survival Out to murder competition then sit back and hike the price up Oh no – A society trapped in a snow globe? No surprises, the Rapture’s a no-show Undeniably tragic, there’s no hope The mojave is savage, it’s no home Until I came to manage the whole show Took the glitz and the glamour and show boats Built a bastion for man for my ‘folio And officially branded it RobCo And officially branded it RobCo
With just a pair of dice I came and tamed these earthly wastes With just a pair of dice I came and tamed these earthly wastes I built a paradise, you might as well desert your faith Long ago when we aimed Armageddon at those pearly gates I used that molten gold to rebuild heaven at the thirty eight I used that molten gold to rebuild heaven at the thirty eight
CHORUS: You can hit them You can fold them Stack the deck and weigh the dice All that glitters isn’t golden Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price Might be safer in the desert Only dust to judge your sins But those who wager aren’t so clever ‘Cus in heaven Well the House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the House always wins) (Place your bets but the House always wins)
House always wins (Place your bets but the-) (Place your bets but the-)
(Always wins) (Always wins) (House always wins) Thank you for watching this video! If you enjoyed the song, why not consider liking, commenting, subscribing, And of course ringing the little bell. More songs are available in the playlist provided And of course what true-blooded capitalist would consider facing the wasteland Without purchasing some official Stupendium brand merchandice? Simply follow the link. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a strip to run. Now where’s my chip?!

Danny Hutson

100 thoughts on “THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS | Animated Fallout: New Vegas Rap!

  1. LYRICS:

    Welcome to the Lucky 38, glad you could make the trip
    The crowning jewel in the oasis of the Vegas Strip
    I'm Robert Edwin House, the founder of this place of rest
    A haven for the wayward, that's to say, if you can pay the rent
    Understand that if you try to stop my plans you'll come to harm
    I ensure that every bandit standing here just has one arm
    I eschewed the grandeur, built a land for all that's free of smarm
    But show your hand, I'll flush you out straight down to the farm
    You blunder in and wonder if
    A bunch of chips can run the strip?
    A hundred twits with guns and clips
    Have tried their luck and lost the bet
    I funded it – I'm one with it
    So watch your lip or run the risk
    ‘Cus if you're here to plunder it
    You might just end up under it

    You can hit them. you can fold them
    Stack the deck and weigh the dice
    All that glitters isn't golden
    Cash that cheque you'll pay the price
    Might be safer in the desert
    Only dust to judge your sins
    But those who wager aren't so clever
    ‘Cus in heaven
    Well the house always wins

    You want to see the profits of democracy? Then go and see ‘em
    Across the street a bunch of freaks are playing colosseum
    Honestly? Was the world you wanted what you got to see when
    When you were dropping crosses into boxes behind polling screens?
    Was dropping bombs your chosen option? Did you vote for screams?
    Was the apocalypse your politician’s policy?
    Did you put stock in their prepostering and prophesy?
    A shining future built on squabble free equality?
    That every day you'd get your plate of steak and collared greens?
    That the human race was capable of anything but wanton greed?
    But now that world is gone and what lived on belongs to me
    That freedom you so wanted’s now the cost of living comfortably
    Peace is just a product with a focus test of billions
    And the test was unsuccessful so we altered it's description
    ‘Your safety now provided by the guys at RobCo Services!’
    For one on going price of your unwavering subservience
    Impressed? I raised the stakes, returned this land to vibrance
    Witness as I raise estates from mud and random violence
    Business is the way to stay the bloody hand of tyrants
    Convinced yet? Sail and ask my buddy Andrew Ryan
    A grip of iron never tires
    Head of ire, lead and wires
    Neon veins in ancient spires
    Pump the caps and I respire
    The economy is ash, I didn't light the fire
    But I can always turn a profit sweeping up the pyre

    You can hit them. you can fold them
    Stack the deck and weigh the dice
    All that glitters isn't golden
    Cash that cheque you'll pay the price
    Might be safer in the desert
    Only dust to judge your sins
    But those who wager aren't so clever
    ‘Cus in heaven
    Well the house always wins

    I saw the path, I pre-empted those ascending arms
    My gilded heart beats forever on to mend the scars
    Built an ark out of empty spas and trendy bars
    Mended the families
    Befriended with the NCR
    I raised the wasteland from a band of little fight clubs
    I handle situations delicately
    White gloves
    I'm the chairman of the board taxing on your survival
    Out to murder competition then sit back and hike the price up
    Oh no – A society trapped in a snow globe?
    No surprises, the Rapture's a no-show
    Undeniably tragic, there’s no hope
    The Mojave is savage, it's no home
    Until I came to manage the whole show
    Took the glitz and the glamour and show boats
    Built a bastion for man for my ‘folio
    And officially branded it RobCo
    With just a pair of dice I came and tamed these earthly wastes
    I built a paradise, you might as well desert your faith
    Long ago when we aimed Armageddon at those pearly gates
    I used that molten gold to rebuild heaven at the thirty-eight

    You can hit them. you can fold them
    Stack the deck and weigh the dice
    All that glitters isn't golden
    Cash that cheque you'll pay the price
    Might be safer in the desert
    Only dust to judge your sins
    But those who wager aren't so clever
    ‘Cus in heaven
    Well the house always wins

  2. ”With just a pair of dice”
    ”I came and tamed these earthly wastes”
    ”I built a paradise”
    ”You might as well desert your faith”
    ”Long ago when we aimed armageddon at those pearly gates”
    ”I used the molten gold to rebuild heaven at the thirty eight”

    The lines i’m lingering on are “When we aimed armageddon at those pearly gates we used the molten gold to rebuild heaven at the thirty eight” like HOLY SHIT YOUR LYRICS ARE INSANE!

    Edit:just the concept of someone simply melting down heaven and building with the gold that was left behind is story worthy! Brilliant job!

  3. I just noticed that when there is a "house always wins" part the smoke from the nuke takes shapes of Spade, Club and Heart in that order. Wonder where Diamond was referenced.

  4. That line hit me so hard "Peace was just a product with a focus test of billions and when that test was unsuccessful we altered it's description". God damn.

  5. for better quality, past
    &fmt=22
    onto the end of the url.
    It improves audio processing by youtube or something. I forget exactly how it works.

  6. Ok real talk those are some of the most fire lyrics I've ever heard! Its just to bad its to a horrible beat and a forgettable hook. You need to find a legit beat mixer because real talk,no joke you were spitting strait napalm fire! If you had an infectious beat with a solid bop melody id be banging this all the time,i bet someone will lay the lyrics over a better beat eventually,def post it if you ever remix it.

    You got some impressive skills though, i hope my criticism was constructive my dude.

  7. You write songs like this in a way that only someone that has thoroughly played through the series would understand. Bravo good sir.

  8. I'd pay all the caps in the Mojave (or, you know, a crapton of money) to hear Rene Auberjonois singing this as Mr. House.

  9. I found the stupendium listing to this song on a radom spotify playlist. With no idea that this was about fallout, i just thought some british guy had written the coolest rap i have listened to in a long time, still did, but in a diferent way.

  10. Who would win
    A super genius that could save the Mojave and repair the world.
    Or.
    A courier with Spurs that go JINGLE JANGLE

  11. Clicked thinking it would be a dan bull knock off but this a whole other league (dont mean it's better or worse just means it's nothing like I imagined) I love this so damn much

  12. I just realized the mushroom cloud in the background of the chorus has a different suit of card symbol each time.

  13. "Sail and ask my buddy Andrew Ryan."

    The most surprising thing about that line? The fact that you went from "Mr.House" to Fedora man so smoothly. Flawless.

  14. The Mr house lines sound he's in a rap battle
    …..*instantly thinks of a rap battle of him and the main villain of outlast(forgot his name)cuz they were both greedy men that didn't care if the price was too high*

  15. New Vegas IS NOT INDIE is was published by Bethesda and is mentioned on Bethesda's website. I was also not count New Vegas as horror.

  16. This is by far my favorite song you have made. I am starting my first New Vegas playthrough today, with a mod that replaces Mr.House with you. I cant wait!

  17. The animation was awesome! Watching it through a second time I was able to notice all the little difference like the graves and the OBVIOUS cloud in back of the Lucky 38

  18. Mr. House may have done some shady things in his time, but he's still a genius and the best chance for the wasteland. And in fact, in spite of all else he's done, I'd say he's even a hero, given that he saved an entire city from nuclear annihilation. Moreover, unlike any other faction, he has a genuine workable plan to prevent another nuclear war from wiping out humanity for good: space colonization. He's an autocrat, yes, but at his core an idealistic one. I'm 100% on team House.

  19. Just noticed that the poker chips that fly towards the screen at the end of every chorus have "..— …– ..— —– –… –…" written on them in morse code, which translates to 232077. I looked it up, and October 23rd, 2077 is the date the bombs dropped. Apparently, that's also on the model of the platinum chip in the game, so that's some pretty sick attention to detail on The Stupendium's part.

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