House And The Rising Sun Lyrics

House Of Pain

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Lyrics to House And The Rising Sun
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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 freakmode 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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