House Of Pain - Feel It Lyrics
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got bo, duke and daisy goin toGo see boss hogg. then ya got kooter fixin over them cars...I dont need a glock cause Im not a hard rockGot *****es on my jock, like new kids on the blockI cant lose like parker lewis, Im undefeatedStep into my sector, homeboy, youll get greetedBy the 380 colt mustang in my pocketI had a few drinks already, dont make me ***** itCause if I have to ***** it, well then its gettin shotAnd if its gettin shot, well, yo, youre gettin bucked downI dont ***** around, I aint got time for punksBut I got time to smoke all the skunk philly bluntsStunts gather round, check out the soundAnd lets get down to do the nasty, freaky, funkyStinky, junky, lets bump uglies in the nighttimeBetween the sheetsCause I rock fly rhymes over funky beatsThe celtic ruin, the legion of doomNow gimme the track, or with the fat back doomNow gimme some room, and Ill explode***** back my hammer, then squeeze off my loadSo hit the road, jack, and dont come back no moreOr Ill be moppin up the floor with your crew of soft corePunk ***** *****es, jail house snitchesOn stage, I get wrecked and I collect my richesI get the funky style, and like gomer pileYoull be surprise surprise surprise! as iRise to the top, ***** a punk copIm always hip-hop, only a pimple goes popSo you better quit, zitI came to rip shitBlastin with the soul assassinsAskin the question, teachin the lessonBringin the west coast back to the east coastWhere it all started, whatre you, retardedYoure startin to trip from that jheri curl dripSoakin in your brain, the house of painIs causin pain, and feelin painSo feel itChorusJust feel itFeel itJust feel itCmon, yall, feel itBack to the rhyme, Im always on timeA lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a limeI rock the old school style and its futileTo step up, cause youll get swept upLike dust, or I just might bust and unload my clipUnless youre a punk, then Ill just pop you in the lipAnd show you the deal, now how did that feelYou know Im killin any pig that squealsIm fillin up reels of tape with my fly rhymesAnd Ive got a subsciption to high timesSon doobys in the back, the mexican ralph emms is on the trackMy dj lethal, hes on the cutWhen I bust a dope rhyme, its like bustin a nutSo let me jerk off on the mic and get it stickyWhen I drink a brew its either guinness or mickeysIll put your head out just like a *****in malboroDont ***** with me, punk, you know that Im thoroughBred like a race horse, right-in-your-face forceFeedin you beats, straight off the streetsSo catch me catch me, if you canYou know Im the man like chewbacca knows hanSolo, bolos are what Ill be throwinWhen I be flowin, I get the job doneCause Im number one, the prodigal sonI left and I came back, but not with the same rapAnd not with the same style, Im known to get buckwildThe luck of the irish spreads like a virusSo feel it
