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HOUSE OF PAIN lyrics : "House Of Pain And The Rising Sun"

He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain [2x]

I rock the ill %#@!, ya know I kill %#@!

And then I build %#@!, get off my dills nit
Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my %#@! one time, dude, $#&@ the playback

I go off my head, you know I shave my %#@!
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 %#@!, I have to say haybee
Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
Cause I've got the right on, 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 bumbkin
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 $#&@ ya gonna do? (Drop it)
I rip %#@!, 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 but, wax that $$#
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef


[Chorus (2x)]

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