She won't come, just when you want it
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Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
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You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on
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You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
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A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill
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I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
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Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'
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On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'
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On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half
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Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh
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These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'
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The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'
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Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
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If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
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Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg
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It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
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But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off
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We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
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The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
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No one has it, just us that's it
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If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
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I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily
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You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head
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Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man
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You got no heart, here comes the good part
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I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
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No fuckin' around
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Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
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You shouldn't play, and by the way
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Top o' the mornin' to ya
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[Chorus]
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(What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya [2x]
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(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)
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Greetin's, salutations
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Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam
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Crack the bottle, rev the throttle
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Put the gear in, now you're stearin'
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Like Mario Antretti
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So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked
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Noise like a cricket
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Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs
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I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em
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This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain
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But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy
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So just say no, but I say go
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Straight to hell, I kiss and tell
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So if you're a ho, all my friends know
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What you gotta say, let's hit the hay
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And have no delay, and yo, by the way
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Top o' the mornin' to ya
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[Chorus]
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Extra extra, read all about it
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How could ya doubt it?
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Now scream and shout it!
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The House Of Pain soon will reign
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Over the hip hop scene and like golden green
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I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi
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I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I
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Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'
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Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in'
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And how do I know that she's funk?
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I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a
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Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony
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So never ever try to play me out like a phony
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Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil
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And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya
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[Chorus]
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Top O' The Morning To Ya
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| House Of Pain |
