House and the Rising Son

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House and the Rising Son - House of Pain Lyrics


I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playbackI go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And you don't quit, I say you don't quit
'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a breakLike Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The house of painIs kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
Honey let me in
'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doolah
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a rulerJust like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make you drool, and play the fool
Snatch you by the ears, smack you up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beerKick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soulThat's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jeda
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybeeSon'll be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my autoI'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey?Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a delloThe freakin' who's speakin', freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex KeatonThat's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take you for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow
I tax that butt, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beefThat's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
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