One For The Road - House Of Pain

Huh!

Check it out!

Everybody in the house, check it out!

The House Of Pain is in full effect

Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker

White bread, shit kickin’Irish beat jacker

Comin’with the style of a Celtic rebel

Those who ain’t on my level call me the blue eyed devil

But that’s just because they don’t know what I know

And that’s just because they can’t flow like I flow

I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say

Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay

And knock your motherfucking fronts out

Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out

I turn the little scunts out

And I got the hookers callin’me pops

Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props

I’m hittin’skins from here to Copenhagen

I bed the wenches cause you know I’m a pagan

The House Of Pain, that’s the name of my crew

You don’t like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do Nothin', you ain’t sayin’nothin'

You need to start puffin’and relax

Or you’ll wind up gettin’taxed

For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho My crew, they start trippin’while I’m rippin’up the show

Mickey Mouse, you know he’s in the house

I said Mickey Mouse, you know he’s in the house

One for the road, this is one for the road

For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road

Tura lura lura, tura lura li Tura lura lura, that’s an Irish lullaby

No need to act fly, you’ll be sayin’nighty-night

The place you’re in is right if you’re lookin’for a fight

Step up, your blood, I spill it Put on the beat, I kill it

I’ll burn ya like some bacon that’s been fryin’in my skillet

Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color’s green

But I’ll beat ya black and blue, cause I’m always with my crew