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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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Smokin' up an L
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well
I'm on a highway to hell
sometimes I feel doomed,
Totally consumed
By an eerie feelin'
I hear pigs squealin'
Soldiers of fortune
Are torchin' huts
The girls on them TVs
Are shakin' their butts
I'm hyperventilatin'
I might be hallucinatin'
Yo I got a chill
I'm feelin' sort of ill
I'm goin' mad
But aren't ya glad
ya used Dial
I'm goin out like style
[chorus]
Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep it comin'
And ya don't stop
They say
Uh and ya don't quit
I got complexes
Ya can't figure out
My dad said
\"He's a bum, kick the nigger out\"
My head's fucked up
But I lucked up
And got a hit record
Now I'm well respected
I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same
So it must be my name
I can't deal
With who's real and who's not
Who treated me the same
When my record wasn't hot
They said I couldn't eat too
So I put my cake down
I think I'm having a breakdown
[chorus]
It's not paranoia
I got something for ya
It's made of chrome
And it'll burst you dome
No joke my gun'll
Blow a fuckin' tunnel
Right through your body
FREE JOHN GOTTI
I'll leave with your hotty
And I'll take her home
Lay her down on her back
And I'll make her moan
[chorus]
Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep me cummin'
And ya don't stop
Soul Assasins and ya don't stop
FunkDoobie and ya don't stop
Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
House of Pain and ya don't stop
Soul Assasins and ya don't stop
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