House Of Pain - House Of Pain & The Rising Sun Lyrics
He who breaks the law goes back to the house of pain (2x)I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shitAnd then I build shit, get off my dills nitCause I dont play that, my style goes way backI kick my shit one time, dude, ***** the playbackI go off my head, you know I shave my shitAnd ya dont quit, I say you dont quitCause Im the prodigal son, ya get well doneJust like a steak, gimme a breakLike nel carterTheres tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beefWell then ya get broke, because my crews no jokeThe house of painIs kickin up dirt and therefore inside the jamYa know were liftin up skirts, grabbin on the snatchFeelin on the skin, Im knockin on your doorHoney let me inCause Im down with the freak mo babyIm at my sexual peak, young ladyAint nobody cooler than my man son doobieDont ya ***** around, Ill smack your knuckles with a rulerJust like a nun from a catholic schoolIll make ya drool, and play the foolSnatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queerTake a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beerKick the mean style, leave bodies in a pileEverlast is my name, Im from the house of painYou know that I never play the punk roleCause Im a white irish man with a funk soulChorusThats what it is yallThats what it is (thats what it is) (4x)Smooth like beretta, quicker than the jediYoure soft like a feather, you little bed wetterBaby, baby, I heard you caught the rabiesBitin on my shit, I have to say haybeeSonll be rockin until tomorrowCause Ive got the right on, like ray charlesFollow, swallow, the funky pass the bottleCause I get recked like if I crashed my autoIll play it, Ill win itIve done it, I did itSome say Im kiddinBut right at this minuteIll freak it, Ill funk itAnd like a country bumbkin>from albakerque whos gonna carve the turkeyReady, serve, entertain like mervGriffin, sniffin panties, Im a prevThe dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jelloSome say mellow, complicated like a delloThe freakin whos speakinFreaks it every weekendCause Ill be trick or treatinI used to drive a lincolnDrivin, speedin, hey rid, Im readinI make more money than that kid alex keatonChorusI rip flesh, yes yall, run for the mess hallAnd get your grub while Im rhymin on your dubGettin play at the club, then I step to the pubAnd crack a brew, what the ***** ya gonna do? (drop it)I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill itTreat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill itAnd take ya for a ride to where I residePut your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin like a willowI tax that but, wax that assFloss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beefChorus (2x)
