Lyric House Of Pain Anthem

House Of Pain Anthem
I m a wood peckin peckerwood
Take me out, ya never could
Act up in my neighbourhood
You better not, my aim is good
The House Of Pain is not a gang
Just a funky Irish name
A Celtic savage makin cabbage
With corn beef on the side
Irish pride is what I got
I got alot so don t dispute it
Constantly I m suited
If ya got a gun then shoot it
Pick any beat I rock it
I m always in the pocket
You try to ill, I grab my gat
And now you see my cock it
Next I pull the trigger
I don t care if you re bigger
You try to con yourself you re bulletproof
But how ya figure?
The caps that I ll be poppin
They ll have your body droppin
You thought you knew the deal
But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin
I m moppin up the comp
That s short for compitition
I write my lyrics like
The Irish mob in Hell s Kitchen

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The House Of Pain in effect, y all
I say the House Of Pain is in effect
You know the House Of Pain is in effect y all
And anyone that steps up in gettin wrecked
I m a beer drinkin fighter
The bike in Easy Rider
I only roll my spliffs
With the extra easy whiters
Papers to vapors
Is what you ll all be catchin
Meanwhile I ll be snatchin
Up your hoes and all your dough
The styles that I ll be kickin
You know they re finger lickin
Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim
Only the offender
I go out on a bender
Drink a case of brew
And then disgrace the crew
But only if it s mickeys
I never wear no dickeys
Only wear the Levi s
My whole family cries

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