I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
‘Cause I don’t play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck 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 Neil 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 snatch
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 fuck 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)
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
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 fuck ya gonna do
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 butt, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth then wait for you to beef
CHORUS
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