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Yo, the time has come for everyone to clean up their own backyard
Before they go knocking on their neighbour's door
The House...
I rip shit like a bow when I flow
When I score points with the joints that I throw
Cause I flow deadly
I'm no punk...
She won't come, just when you want it
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then...
He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain [2x]
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I...
I kicks the flavor, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes...
House Of Pain Anthem
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood
Take me out, ya never could
Act up in my neighbourhood
You...
Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale
Please do explain why your skin's so pale
And you're so funky, now how can that be
I got the skills to pay the bills
I don't pop pills but I send chills
Up your spine when I rhyme
I get wicked, you got a...
Yea, check it out now
Everybody check it out now
Yo, I got the corn beef
I got the moz
I got the shotty
Ay...
Step to this Irish mac daddy
I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag
With the whole crew we'll take you for a long...
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Johnny was a bad boy
He was a juvenile delinquent
He had his picture
On the wall of every precinct
He had a rep for hangin' out with his homies
Puffin' on the blunts
And sippin' on the 40's
But when he spoke
Nobody would listen
And when he was home
His parents, they would diss him
They called him a bum
A worthless piece of shit
So over this he had a fit
And now he grabs his bag
And heads for the door
And walks to the neighborhood
Liquor store
Pulls out a gat
And tells the old man, \"Hit the floor\"
Then breaks open his register drawer
Pulls out the money
Stuffs it in his pocket
Points his pistol
Then he starts to cock it
The man panicks and the gun goes off
Stupid old fool
Made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care
'Cause he was taught
It ain't a crime
If ya don't get caught
[chorus (3x)]
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is homie like it or not
Now, comin' out of the store
Johnny shot two acpedic Jews
When he got home
His face was on the news
His mom freaked out
Told him, \"Get the fuck out\"
That's when the pigs rolled up
So, yo he ducked out
He hit the back door
Like his name was Carl Lewis
Dipped to the pay phone
To find out where his crew is
He called up his home boy Jose (word up)
\"Can I come over, my man?\"
He said, \"No way!\"
The cop- was here
He was lookin' all over for ya
But I told the pig
I didn't know ya
He said, \"Cool,
pick me up at the school
I need a ride 'cause
I'm wanted for homicide\"
Johnny's got his gun
And he's on the run
But he don't care
To him, the shit's fun
Now that he's an outlaw
Sorta like Robin Hood
The hard-rock hero
Of the whole neighborhood
If they catch him
He'll wind up in court, but
It ain't a crime if ya don't get caught (ha ha)
[chorus]
It ain't a sale if it don't get bought
It ain't a show if I don't get paid
She ain't a ho if ya don't get laid
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