House Of Pain - House And The Rising Sun lyrics

I rock the ill sh**, ya know I k** sh** And then I build sh**, get off my dills nit 'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back I kick my sh** one time, dude, f** the playback I go off my head, you know I shave my sh** 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 s**ual peak, young lady Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie Don't ya f** 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 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, that's what it is That's what it is y'all That's what it is, that's what it is 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 sh**, I have to say hay bee Son will be rockin' until tomorrow 'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles Follow, swallow, the funky pa** 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 From Albuquerque 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 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, that's what it is 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, that's what it is 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 f** ya gonna do? I rip sh**, k** it, cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your a** 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 a** Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef 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, that's what it is 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, that's what it is 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, that's what it is 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