Guess Who's Back Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

Guess who's back 

Guess who's back 

Guess who's back 

Guess who's back 

Guess who's back 

I got the skills to pay the bills 

I don't pop pills but I send chills 

Up your spine when I rhyme 

I get wicked you got a booger pick it 

Sippin' on the forty ya know it makes me horny 

Spread them legs, grab my ax 

Fire up the grill and crack the kegs 

Nobody fear the party's here 

Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's drummin' 

You only came backstage to make the front page 

To get me locked up or get yourself knocked up 

But I ain't with it even if I did it 

I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it 

My name's Ever last, I got the funky rhymes 

I make more papers than the LA Times 

I don't do lines, but I puff blunts 

I don't rock fronts, but I stuff stunts 

Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee 

If ya don't know me, homey, back up off me 

'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead 

You wind up dead, you made your bed 

Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it 

Take my advice, homeboy, think twice 

Before you step up, step back or catch a smack 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

He's back 

He's back from the dead with the shaved head 

Don't start to trip, dip, I brought my lead 

Just in case you wanna fuck around 

I'll stare ya dead in the face and then I'll buck ya down 

I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's cheap 

But I make big bucks servin' up punk ducks 

By the pound, I got the sound 

I never been checked, I only get wrecked 

I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag 

Don't give up the booty 'cause I ain't no fag 

Checkin' out check it, I'm prone to wreck shit 

If ya dig this joint, check the next shit 

I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact 

That the white man is back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese's 

I come in peace, but you'll leave in pieces 

That's how I'm livin', that's how it goes 

Everyday I'm sleepin', every night I'm doin' shows 

Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got 

Always wear my hat so I never need a shot 

Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme 

And if I have to drive I avoid the one time 

Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over 

I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf clover 

Yeah, I'm Irish, word to the motherland 

But on the other hand 

I love America, apple pie, mom and all that 

My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back 

Play me close and you catch a mean dose of my fist 

Homeboy, you get dissed 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Guess who's back 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

Everybody's in the street 

He's back 

He-he-he's back