House Of Pain - House And The Rising Son lyrics

I rock to ill sh**, ya know I k** sh**, An' then build sh**, get off my dilznit, 'Cause I don't play that, My style goes way back, I go off my head, ya know I shave my sh**, I kicked my sh** one time, Gook, F**k the playback! And ya don't quit, I say ya don't quit, 'Cause I'm the Prodigal Son, Ya get well-done, Just like a steak, Gimme A Break, Like Nell Carter, there's tartar on yer teeth, Homeboy ya got beef? Well then ya get broke, 'Cause my crew's no joke, The House o' Pain, Is kickin' up dirt an' if we're inside the jam, ya know we're liftin' up skirts, I'm knockin on your door, honey, Let me in... Grabbin on the snatch, feelin on the skin, 'Cause I'm down with the Freak-mode, baby, I'm at my s**ual peak young lady. Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie, Don'tcha f**k around, I'll smack yer knuckles wit a ruler, Just like a nun from a Cath'lic school, I'll make ya drool, an' play the fool, Snatch ya up by th'ears, smack ya up like a queer, Take a puff off my blunt an' then sip my beer. Kick the mean style, Leave bodies in a pile, Everlast's my name, I'm from the House of Pain, Ya know that I never played the punk role, 'Cause I'm the light Irish man wit a funky soul... (Refrain) It's what it is, y'all It's what it is...(x4) You're soft like a feather, ya lil bedwetter, (Son Doobie) Baby, baby, I heard ya caught the rabies, Smoke like forever, quicker than the gender, Son'll be rockin, until tomorrow Bitin on my sh**, I hafta say maybe... 'Cause I got the Right One, like Ray Charles, Follow, Swallow, the funk pa** the bottle, 'Cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my Auto, I play it, I win it, I done it, I did it, Some say I'm trippin, but right at this minute, I'll freak it, I'll funk it, like a country bumpkin, From Alberquerque, Who's gonna carve the turkey? Ready, serve, entertain like Merv, The Doobie-Funk fellow, smooth like a Jello rip it, sniff it, Panties, I'm a perv. Some say mellow, complicated like a dello, The freakin, who's speakin? Tricks that I'll be beatin, 'Cause I'll be trick-or-treatin, I used to drive a Lincoln. Drivin, speedin, hey Rif, I'm readin! I make more money than that kid, Alex Keaton! (Refrain) Run for the messhall I rip felsh, yes y'all, an' get your grub While I'm rhymin on your dub, Gettin play at the club, What the f**k you gonna do? Then I step to the pub an' crack a brew- I rip sh**, k** it, treat ya like a gas tank, take yer a** an' fill it, cut yer gut an' spill it, To where I reside, Put yer face in my pillow Then take ya for a ride An' have ya weepin like a willow. I tax that bu*t, wax that a**, An' wait for you to beef... Bust a nut in your teeth (Refrain