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HOUSE OF PAIN lyrics : "Over There Shit"

Ladies and Gentlemen [2x]

Here's the new %#@! I'm on

We can all get along
But if ya step to me wrong
I'm gonna bang ya like a gong

And I don't need a gang to do it
I creep solo
Beat ya till ya dead

Put out ya freakin head
That's how I do
Because I'm sick like dat

And you'll get kicked like dat
If ya fakin' the funk
I got a trunk full of beats

And a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets
From all the good times

That I spent with ya Hookers
Some were good lookers
And some were just stunts

After too many blunts
Ya got ya arm around ya girl
But don't make me laugh kid

Gettin steam pressured
Your girl's schemin' on the grafted
Jail faced Celt

Backed up
Catch a welt
From the buckle

Of my belt
Now tell me how that felt


Oooh I'm on some of the over there %#@! [3x]
I'm on some Milky I don't care %#@!
I don't care...


It's the return of the livin dead
Put all concerned to bed

I'm alive and kickin'
Ask any girl I'm stickin
Back once again

I never shot the !@(%
Or hit the glass pipe
Ass wipe

Stop the rumor
I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon
I'll leave your %#@! all swollen

Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin'
The Soul $$#assainator'll
Get ya open like a crator

I'm down with psycho vader
cause I'm flava' like a plate a'
Corn beef and cabbage

I'm a savage on the set
Don't do nuthin' you'll regret
Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water

I'm out for slaughter
Cops lock up your daughter


[Chorus]

I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya

If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya
We got the FunkDoobie in the House
With the Mickey Mouse

I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse
I ain't a (*##$ so don't play me soft
I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off

Pullin' on the trigger
Ain't nuthin brave
But I'm a sick $#&@er

Like a red-neck trucker
And I just might buck ya down
You're starin' down my barrel

So ya jump around
Ya try to get away
But I'm too quick to pull
So don't try to gas me
Punk, my tank's full

I ain't got the time
I don't need the fuel
Punk we can duel
I'll take ya $$# to school
Then break down the lesson

Here's the pop quiz
I get's top billin'
You can ask Iz

[Chorus]

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