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House Of Pain - Fed Up Lyrics

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  • Lord have mercy
  • Lord have mercy
  • I got demons running through my slate
  • They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
  • Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in
  • And manifest itself in the form of a sin
  • If I was rin tin tin Id rip the skin off of lassie
  • The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me
  • You high on gas like a rastaman bought it
  • Dont set it off kid and get me started
  • Cause youre highly regarded when youre dearly departed
  • But mommas still crying asking God why in
  • The world could you take her only child
  • When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild
  • To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
  • You cant fumble and if you gots to rumble
  • Then word to bryant gumble Im a live for today
  • And God bless the man that steps in my way
  • Cause if I said it somebodys getting wetted
  • So just keep your cool and everythings copasetic
  • Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
  • And minell still be the intellect that plays ya
  • Cause when the mike check Im high tech skills are apparent
  • You can play the child kid Ill play the parent
  • Cause Im a be responsible for your schooling
  • But I wont change your diapers or do your car poolin
  • Chorus
  • Get up Ill break ya down a little somethen
  • Im fed up its time to go head huntin
  • Dead up too many crews be frontin
  • Im fed up its time to go head huntin
  • Get up Ill break ya down a little somethin
  • Im fed up its time to go head huntin
  • Dead up too many crews be frontin
  • Im fed up its time to go head huntin
  • Lord have some mercy on my soul
  • Now why everybody making shit thats unreal
  • Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal
  • Forgetting all about how its supposed to feel
  • Kids be going out for the record deal
  • So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap
  • Or Im a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat
  • But dont snap cause this aint hbo
  • Kid you got no benz plus you got no dough
  • While you say that though you trying to gain that ho
  • Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know
  • I dont need mtv to make no bucks
  • I rock styles that make you say ah who dat waz?
  • Who that was is the man of all hours
  • Sending all star players straight back to the showers
  • Fake hard rocks are really just cowards
  • I master dub plates like my names herb powers
  • I getcha open like hunting season
  • I make papers dont front on the reason
  • Cause Im seizing up every day
  • You say carpe diem I call em like I see em
  • Chorus 3

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