House And The Rising Son by House Of Pain | lyrics[fix or update these lyrics]
I rock to ill shit, ya know I kill shit,
An' then build shit, get off my dilznit,
'Cause I don't play that, My style goes way back,
I kicked my shit one time, Gook, Fuck the playback!
I go off my head, ya know I shave my shit,
And ya don't quit, I say ya don't quit,
'Cause I'm the Prodigal Son, Ya get well-done,
Just like a steak, Gimme A Break,
Like Nell Carter, there's tartar on yer teeth,
Homeboy ya got beef? Well then ya get broke,
'Cause my crew's no joke, The House o' Pain,
Is kickin' up dirt an' 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-mode, baby,
I'm at my sexual peak young lady.
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie,
Don'tcha fuck around, I'll smack yer knuckles wit a ruler,
Just like a nun from a Cath'lic school,
I'll make ya drool, an' play the fool,
Snatch ya up by th'ears, smack ya up like a queer,
Take a puff off my blunt an' then sip my beer.
Kick the mean style, Leave bodies in a pile,
Everlast's my name, I'm from the House of Pain,
Ya know that I never played the punk role,
'Cause I'm the light Irish man wit a funky soul...
(Refrain)
It's what it is, y'all
It's what it is...(x4)
(Son Doobie)
Smoke like forever, quicker than the gender,
You're soft like a feather, ya lil bedwetter,
Baby, baby, I heard ya caught the rabies,
Bitin on my shit, I hafta say maybe...
Son'll be rockin, until tomorrow
'Cause I got the Right One, like Ray Charles,
Follow, Swallow, the funk pass the bottle,
'Cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my Auto,
I play it, I win it, I done it, I did it,
Some say I'm trippin, but right at this minute,
I'll freak it, I'll funk it, like a country bumpkin,
From Alberquerque, Who's gonna carve the turkey?
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv,
rip it, sniff it, Panties, I'm a perv.
The Doobie-Funk fellow, smooth like a Jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello,
The freakin, who's speakin? Tricks that I'll be beatin,
'Cause I'll be trick-or-treatin,
I used to drive a Lincoln.
Drivin, speedin, hey Rif, I'm readin!
I make more money than that kid, Alex Keaton!
(Refrain)
I rip felsh, yes y'all,
Run for the messhall
an' get your grub
While I'm rhymin on your dub,
Gettin play at the club,
Then I step to the pub an' crack a brew-
What the fuck you gonna do?
I rip shit, kill it,
cut yer gut an' spill it,
treat ya like a gas tank, take yer ass an' fill it,
Then take ya for a ride
To where I reside,
Put yer face in my pillow
An' have ya weepin like a willow.
I tax that butt, wax that ass,
Bust a nut in your teeth
An' wait for you to beef...
(Refrain
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