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HOUSE OF PAIN lyrics : "Shamrocks And Shenanigans"

I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror

If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah

I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora
Are you a hore or are you a lady?
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?

Let me know hon, the deed'll get done
Just $$#ume the position, I'll take my rod
And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'

When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure
I came to work your body, so let me do my job
I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off

Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot

Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot
I never been a front, I never a fraud
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord

Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed
I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw

From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom

[Chorus]


(boom sha lock lock boom)
All right now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)
A little louder
(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Everybody
(Boom sha lock lock boom)
All right now


Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper

Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
I know ya think I have, but yo
I never heard of ya

Just because you heard of me kid
$#&@ around until you do the lifetime bid
I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your $$# for dead

When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed
Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king
It ain't no thing, my cargo ring

We'll bust you in the crib
I got the skill, you gots to chill
Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom


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I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
I rock all mikes, I last all night
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts

Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts
Everlast, that's my name
My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame

The House Of Pain's the name of my clip
You can't be down, punk, get off my dick
You make me sick, like strawberry Quik

Your style is wack, you ain't the mac
So yo step back, get off the crack
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom


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