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House Of Pain - House And The Rising Son Lyrics

  • I rock the ill shit ya know I kill shit
  • And then I build shit get off my dillsnick
  • Cause I don't play that my style goes way back
  • I kick my shit one time dude ***** the playback
  • I go off my head you know I shave my shit
  • And ya don't quit I say you don't quit
  • Cause I'm the prodigal son ya get well done
  • Just like a steak gimme a break
  • Like Nel Carter
  • There's tarter on your teeth homeboy ya got beef
  • Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
  • The House Of Pain
  • Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
  • Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
  • Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
  • Honey let me in
  • Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
  • I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
  • Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
  • Don't ya ***** around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
  • Just like a nun from a catholic school
  • I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
  • Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
  • Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer
  • Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
  • Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
  • You know that I never play the punk role
  • Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul
  • Chorus
  • That's what it is y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
  • (4x)
  • Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
  • You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
  • Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
  • Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybee
  • Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
  • Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
  • Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
  • Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto
  • I'll play it, I'll win it
  • I've done it, I did it
  • Some say I'm kiddin'
  • But right at this minute
  • I'll freak it, I'll funk it
  • And like a country bumpkin
  • From Alberquerque who's gonna carve the turkey
  • Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
  • Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
  • The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
  • Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
  • The freakin' who's speakin'
  • Freaks it every weekend
  • Cause I'll be trick or treatin'
  • I used to drive a Lincoln
  • Drivin', speedin', hey rid, I'm readin'
  • I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton
  • Chorus
  • I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
  • And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
  • Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
  • And crack a brew, what the ***** ya gonna do? (Drop it)
  • I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
  • Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
  • And take ya for a ride to where I reside
  • Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
  • I tax that but, wax that ass
  • Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef
  • Chorus (2x

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