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Текст (слова) песни: House Of Pain - House and the Rising Sun

I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dillsnick
Cause I don`t play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck 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 therefore 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 fuck 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)
(4x)

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, 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
From Alberquerque who`s gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin` panties, I`m a perv
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 fuck ya gonna do? (Drop it)
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

Chorus (2x)

 

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 » House Of Pain - Where I`m From
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