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House Of Pain - Feel It Lyrics

  • Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got bo, duke and daisy goin to
  • Go see boss hogg. then ya got kooter fixin over them cars...
  • I dont need a glock cause Im not a hard rock
  • Got *****es on my jock, like new kids on the block
  • I cant lose like parker lewis, Im undefeated
  • Step into my sector, homeboy, youll get greeted
  • By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
  • I had a few drinks already, dont make me ***** it
  • Cause if I have to ***** it, well then its gettin shot
  • And if its gettin shot, well, yo, youre gettin bucked down
  • I dont ***** around, I aint got time for punks
  • But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts
  • Stunts gather round, check out the sound
  • And lets get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky
  • Stinky, junky, lets bump uglies in the nighttime
  • Between the sheets
  • Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats
  • The celtic ruin, the legion of doom
  • Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom
  • Now gimme some room, and Ill explode
  • ***** back my hammer, then squeeze off my load
  • So hit the road, jack, and dont come back no more
  • Or Ill be moppin up the floor with your crew of soft core
  • Punk ***** *****es, jail house snitches
  • On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches
  • I get the funky style, and like gomer pile
  • Youll be surprise surprise surprise! as i
  • Rise to the top, ***** a punk cop
  • Im always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop
  • So you better quit, zit
  • I came to rip shit
  • Blastin with the soul assassins
  • Askin the question, teachin the lesson
  • Bringin the west coast back to the east coast
  • Where it all started, whatre you, retarded
  • Youre startin to trip from that jheri curl drip
  • Soakin in your brain, the house of pain
  • Is causin pain, and feelin pain
  • So feel it
  • Chorus
  • Just feel it
  • Feel it
  • Just feel it
  • Cmon, yall, feel it
  • Back to the rhyme, Im always on time
  • A lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime
  • I rock the old school style and its futile
  • To step up, cause youll get swept up
  • Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip
  • Unless youre a punk, then Ill just pop you in the lip
  • And show you the deal, now how did that feel
  • You know Im killin any pig that squeals
  • Im fillin up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
  • And Ive got a subsciption to high times
  • Son doobys in the back, the mexican ralph emms is on the track
  • My dj lethal, hes on the cut
  • When I bust a dope rhyme, its like bustin a nut
  • So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky
  • When I drink a brew its either guinness or mickeys
  • Ill put your head out just like a *****in malboro
  • Dont ***** with me, punk, you know that Im thorough
  • Bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force
  • Feedin you beats, straight off the streets
  • So catch me catch me, if you can
  • You know Im the man like chewbacca knows han
  • Solo, bolos are what Ill be throwin
  • When I be flowin, I get the job done
  • Cause Im number one, the prodigal son
  • I left and I came back, but not with the same rap
  • And not with the same style, Im known to get buckwild
  • The luck of the irish spreads like a virus
  • So feel it

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