Lyric House Of Pain And The Rising Sun
He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain [2x]
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
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 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 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)]
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
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 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 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)]
