I rock the ill shit Ya know I kill shit And then I build shit Get off my dills nik '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 shape 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 'Cause 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 s**** Feelin' on the skin I'm knockin' on your door Honey let me in 'Cause I'm down with the freak mode 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
[CHORUS] That's what it is y'all That's what it is (that's what it is...) X4
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, hey punk pass the bottle 'Cause I get wrecked 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 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
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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 *** 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 butt Wax that *** Floss a *** in your teeth Then wait for you to beef
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[CHORUS] That's what it is y'all That's what it is (that's what it is...) X4
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, hey punk pass the bottle 'Cause I get wrecked 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 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 **** ya gonna do I rip shit Kill it Cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank Take your *** 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 butt Wax that *** Floss a *** in your teeth Then wait for you to beef
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