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Viewing Lyrics for House and the Rising Sun:
| | | Artist: | House Of Pain |
| | Album: | House of Pain | | Track: | House and the Rising Sun | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 126 | | | | 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 fuck 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 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
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 fuck 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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