House Of Pain - House And The Rising Sun Lyrics


I Rock The Ill Shit
ya Know I Kill Shit
and Then I Build Shit
get Off My Dills Nik
`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 Shape 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
`cause 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 S****
feelin` On The Skin
i`m Knockin` On Your Door
honey Let Me In
`cause I`m Down With The Freak Mode 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

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that`s What It Is Y`all
that`s What It Is (that`s What It Is...) X4

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, Hey Punk Pass The Bottle
`cause I Get Wrecked 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 Albakerque Who`s Gonna Carve The Turkey
ready, Serve, Entertain Like Merv
griffin, Sniffin` Panties, I`m A Prev
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

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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
i Rip Shit
kill It
cut Your Gut And Spill It
treat Ya Like A Gas Tank
take Your *** 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 Butt
wax That ***
floss A *** In Your Teeth
then Wait For You To Beef

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