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Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around Jump up Jump up and get down Jump I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around I'm no clown, I get down To the funk, listen to the wig out And step to the rear, dear, cause I'm here The P to the E to the T E rockin' The runs in your stockin' So hon, put the lock in Chillin' with the House Of Pain Blood stains the ground Huh, I jump around I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya |
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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| 3. |
| 3:32 |
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Straight out the casket, rising up. Open up your eyes. Can't you see me.
What the fuck is this? Madness. Pick up my bones. Erase my name from off the tombstones. Alive and kicking. Breathing the air. Call out my name, punk, and I'll be there. No question. My suggestions of the action. Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin' with me, you're messin' with the best. Bleow, you're takin' two shots to your chest. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head. Back from the dead. Back from the dead. You can't disrespect it, I'm the resurrected. Back from the dead just to mess with your head. I'll stress what I said, but I won't repeat it. If you've got a cold starve it, if you've got a fever feed it. And if you can't feed it then why not blow. You may be positive and not even know. I rock the hardcore from the floor to the ceiling. I give sexual healing, I'll get your girl squealing. Like a pig. My grave's somethin' you can never dig. I'll rock a mausoleum, backyard a colosseum. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. House of Pain's in effect, nuff said. Skip the autopsy 'cause I never O.D.'d. I only puff boom, kid, I never get skeed. I don't sniff or shoot up. Rip I'll stick my boot up, Your ass. Quick fast. Everlast don't jive. Just like Pearl Jam I'm Still Alive. [sample of Pearl Jam, I think!] Spreadin' like tumors, gossip and lies. Exaggerated rumours of my demise. And if you beleived 'em, well then you got gassed. The media deceived 'em just like in the past. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head. Back from the dead. Back from the dead. Like Steven Segal I'm Hard To Kill. Like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill. I'll beat you down with my mike, kick your ass with my Nike. Bust you in the eye if you tell another lie. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Thinkin' I'm dead you must be smokin' dust. Come see me bust in the flesh it's a must. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast comin' back from the dead. You know I'm back from the dead. House of Pain's in effect, nuff said. Back from the dead. (to fade). |
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| 4. |
| 3:17 |
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Runnin up on ya
The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Shin Fane It's the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she lach lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya mom And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fan I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's white Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my draws And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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| 5. |
| 4:24 |
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Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4
Uplift your soul Get your house in order MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku Who you gonna lie to Before I crucify you Hammer to the nails My face impailen' My acid flashbacks got everything trailin' I'm sailen blind on the open sea Like an overload of Coatahacian refugees And I'm on my knees My face on the rug One more frustration for my salvation My jinns buggin up Got me fuckin' up Callin' my flesh But my sole wouldn't mesh [Chorus] So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4 I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me I thought I was lost but thank god you found me I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried...Lord I tried To make the best of what I got I keep on takin' my shots From the critics and the media That's what it be to ya But you can stick it where the sun don't shine 'Cause I'm goin for mine I rock it all the time HERE COME THE PAIN [CHORUS] Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode be re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady But, you and me be hush hush The word be mush If you take the low pro I'll still give you some 'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Vietkong I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish I'll grant your every wish [CHORUS] |
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