Choose Your Poison (remix) Lyrics - House Of Pain

Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers 

I say hey now c'mon y'all 

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall 

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose 

And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose 

I get off Madd flows like a pack of Eskimo's 

On the dog sled in the blizzard 'cause I'm the wizard of oz 

Ah, shit I'm gonna wreck ya set 

And you stepin' to me is just an empty threat 

Something I can't sweat, kid, you never see my worry 

I've never been caught but my hands may be dirty 

5 years from 30 come check my age 

If ya cant pop simply turn the page 

And I'll engage wit that kid that's been shiftless 

Stickin' to the roof of your mouth like some chippin' 

Peanut butter, ya know know my style's butter 

'Cause every word I utter rock's the sky's from the gutter 

I make ya shudder when I rock your soul 

I do dames the way I like, I get mike's controlled 

And if ya get bold well then ya get bit 

'Cause your knowledge is a trick, kid, it's makin' me sick 

I say hey now c'mon y'all 

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall 

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose 

And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose 

Hey now c'mon y'all 

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall 

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose 

And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose 

I'm Danny Boy with the Hard Core style 

I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal 

You get me started and I'm hard to stop 

I got 45 calibers ready to pop 

And when I pop off, you drop off 

You get blown out the frame 'cause the more shit change 

The more things stay the same and I got no respect for your area 

From Brooklyn to Dublin, I keep your ass fumblin' 

'Cause I'm the fuckin' ball busta 

Brooklyn heart breaker 

House of Pain pimp money maker 

I say hey now c'mon y'all 

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall 

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose 

And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose 

Hey now c'mon y'all 

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall 

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose 

And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose 

I got rhymes finese, I got rhymes galore 

I got rhymes for peace, I got rhymes for war 

I got rhymes for heads, I got rhymes for skins 

I got rhymes, kid your crew ain't got no wins 

So step up if you wanna get your head cracked 

Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked 

Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed 

I'll kill you all just like I was the small pox 

I'll kill ya livestock 

Just like I was anthrax 

Come see me live 

Then crazy like the Band Sax 

I say hey now c'mon y'all 

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall 

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose 

And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose 

Hey now c'mon y'all 

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall 

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose 

And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose