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house-of-pain — Word Is Bond

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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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[Chorus]

Word is Bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole [x4]



I break it off
like a kit-kat
Casue ya cant git that
Worth while style
Underground sound
So now your frontin
Tryin to fake it
Complain ya never make it
And pretty soon you're open Butt naked
So your ass starts to rob and steel
Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal
And now I'm rhymin wit Diamond D
With some brand new shit for the year of '93
I got a loop on my crate
And I'm duckin
The way I'm rhymin on the break
Till the brothers, fuck it
Ya know I got the funky sound
Ya still up un the air
Cause last year I said jump around
I'm rollin thick
So I know you see me
I got mad little white kids,
Wishin' they could be me
So dont step up Cause I'm a come out blastin'
You just a quickie
Punk, I'm Everlastin

[Chorus]

Now let me hear my man (my man, my man, my man)

Yo It's Diamond D
The psycotic, narrotic
Pizza idiotic
Smoke 'em
Boom thats exotic
With my man Everlastin'
Brotha's be askin me
For the Fee
Kid, my name aint Sebastion
Give 'em my mom's demo tapes
Foam'n at the mouth
Dreamin of makin papes
I know your thirsty
Lord have mercy
I got ten acts
And ya want to be the first, G
Come on, dad
Let me breathe yeah
Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve
Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates
Have dough in the pocket
And sleep way past 8
I know the feelin
Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin
But your shit aint appealin
So make haste
I'll stick it to a like paste
Dont sleep
I got the 9 on my waist



[Chorus]

I lick shots for the Soul Assasins
I lick shots fot the Diamond D
I lick shots for the Everlastin
And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c
Yo I'm more respected
My neck's protected
So dont get started
Just disregard it
Cause I'm retarted
With an agrial stubin
When I see a bootleg
I take my record and dupe it
Scoop it
Just like a news reporter
I'm causin disorder
Because I'm sorta'
Sick of loosin money
When I work so hard
so if I catch ya bootleggin
I'm a pull your card

[Chorus]



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