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I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
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And then I build shit, get off my dillsnick
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Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
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I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
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I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
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And ya don't quit, I say you don't quit
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Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
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Just like a steak, gimme a break
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Like Nel Carter
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There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
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Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
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The House Of Pain
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Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
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Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
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Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
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Honey let me in
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Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
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I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
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Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
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Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
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Just like a nun from a catholic school
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I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
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Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
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Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer
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Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
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Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
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You know that I never play the punk role
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Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul
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Chorus
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That's what it is y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
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(4x)
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Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
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You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
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Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
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Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybee
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Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
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Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
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Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
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Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto
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I'll play it, I'll win it
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I've done it, I did it
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Some say I'm kiddin'
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But right at this minute
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I'll freak it, I'll funk it
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And like a country bumpkin
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From Alberquerque who's gonna carve the turkey
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Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
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Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
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The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
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Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
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The freakin' who's speakin'
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Freaks it every weekend
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Cause I'll be trick or treatin'
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I used to drive a Lincoln
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Drivin', speedin', hey rid, I'm readin'
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I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton
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Chorus
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I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
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And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
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Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
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And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? (Drop it)
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I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
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Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
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And take ya for a ride to where I reside
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Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
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I tax that but, wax that ass
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Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef
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Chorus (2x)
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House and the Rising Sun
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