House and the Rising Son

作词 : L. DiMant/E. Schrody/J. Vasquez

作曲 : L. DiMant/E. Schrody/J. Vasquez

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, **** 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 if we're 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 **** 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

That's what it is y'all

That's what it is, that's what it is

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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 hay bee

Son will berockin'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

FromAlbuquerquewho'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,

complicatedlike 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

That's what it is y'all

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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 **** ya gonna do?

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

That's what it is y'all

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That's what it is y'all

That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all

That's what it is