Runnin’ up on ya
The House of Pain
Runnin’ up on ya X2

Give me some elbow room, spark the boom then pass it
I’ll drop ya like acid, ya might get blasted
If ya step to the crew with the Irish pride
Ya wish ya died ‘cause I don’t let shit slide
Sinn Fein, it’s the House of Pain
Our day will come, boom shalock lock
My shit’s cocked ya better run get a gun
Get a bomb it’s on like Vietnam
Then run and get ya mom
And ask why daddy’s buggin’
Chuggin’ Black & Tan’s
Smacking Fan, I’m breakin’ up the set
I’m gettin’ bitches wet, gettin’ all the dough
I’m leavin’ with ya ho and if the ho’s white
Yo, ya might lose your life

CHORUS
‘Cause I’m runnin’ up on ya
I ain’t gonna’ warn ya when I’m runnin’ up on ya
I ain’t gonna’ warn ya
I’m runnin’ up on ya
I ain’t gonna warn ya when I’m runnin’ up on ya
I ain’t gonna’ warn ya

I’ll rip out ya veins with hooks and chains
Just like Pinhead, I used to rock a skinhead
Now I got a fade ‘cause I’m paid
And the baldies played, everybody’s done it
So Ev can never run it, I started that shit two years ago
Your girl started lookin’ good five beers ago
So I might step to her, but I just wanna screw her
I don’t want to take her I just wanna make her
Scream out my name ‘cause the Pain’s in the House
Bust a nut in her gut and leave a stain in her blouse
Then pull up my drawers and she’s all yours again
And if ya got a beef punk better bring a friend

CHORUS

I’m commin’ ‘round the corner I ain’t gonna’ warn ya
I’m runnin’ up on ya, punk you’re a goner
Put the gun away, run away, better chill
Better yet still, let me get ill
I can drop a bomb full of semen in ya mom
And keep her screamin’ till dawn
‘Cause the E can rock on like a one, two and ya don’t stop
Ya might get dropped ‘cause I don’t
And I swear, I don’t have a gun
I ain’t gonna’ when

CHORUS

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