Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out!
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The House Of Pain is in full effect
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Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker
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White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker
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Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel
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Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil
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But that's just because they don't know what I know
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And that's just because they can't flow like I flow
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I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say
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Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay
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And knock your motherfucking fronts out
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Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out
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I turn the little scunts out
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And I got the hookers callin' me pops
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Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props
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I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen
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I bed the wenches cause you know I'm a pagan
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The House Of Pain, that's the name of my crew
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You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do
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Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin'
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You need to start puffin' and relax
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Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed
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For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho
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My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show
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[Chorus]
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Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house
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I said Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house
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One for the road, this is one for the road
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For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road
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Tura lura lura, tura lura lie
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Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby
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No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night
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The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight
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Step up, your blood, I spill it
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Put on the beat, I kill it
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I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet
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Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color's green
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But I'll beat ya black and blue, cause I'm always with my crew
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[Chorus (x2)]
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One For The Road
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| House Of Pain |
