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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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Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just bring it in one time for me real heavy
ain't a damn thing changed...
same motherfuckers...
we ever was
Ha-ha
Back in black
Who's the mack
Sittin' on the back
Of the Cadillac
Well it's the D motherfucker
Better pass me the mic
So I can rock on
And drop the styles I write
I like hip-hop
Ya don't stop
And all that
I rock the freak styles
And neat styles
That are crazy phat,
Like faces I've been so many places
It's making me sick
Punk get off my dick
[chorus]
'Cause I'm the same motherfucker
That I ever was
Same motherfucker
But I can't pay attention
'Cause I'm on that dust
My head's not swell
Kid I'm not gell
Don't feed me soup
Just give me the funky loop
I'll rock it to the best of my ability
Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility
'Cause I'm the man that's on point
When I jam a funky joint
I want some other over there
Yo, I just don't care shit
Pass the mic, kid
Then I'm gonna' tear shit
Up like a piece of paper
Your girl caught the vapor
When I ran the caper
I ain't rearranged
So don't look strange
I'm the same motherfucker
Ain't a damn thing changed
[chorus]
'Cause I'm hard like stone
Don't play me soft
And I rock rhymes frequently
I drop it off and
I'm off in space
I remember your face
But don't remember your name
'Cause it's all the same
As it ever was
That's what it is money grip
Don't trip
Or I'm gonna' bust that lip
[chorus]
Bustin', flippin', skippin',
Just like a stone on a river
Ya know I'm gonna' give her
Whole lotta' flavor
Criminal behavior
Used to be how I made it
But that shit's over rated
Now I rock rhymes over funky beats
I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets
They say money changes people
But I won't 'cause
I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was
[chorus]
And ya don't quit
'Cause I'm on that dust
Soul Assassins are on that dust (ha ha...)
My man J. Disco is on that dust
Cypress Hill is on that dust
FunkDoobiest is on that dust
[Thanks to kansel3@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics]
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