House And The Rising Son Lyrics - House Of Pain - House Of Pain

I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit 

And then I build shit, get off my dills nit 

'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back 

I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback 

I go off my head, you know I shave my shit 

And you don't quit, I say you don't quit 

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done 

Just like a steak, gimme a break 

Like Nel Carter 

There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef 

Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke 

The house of pain 

Is kickin' up dirt and therefore 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 mo baby 

I'm at my sexual peak, young lady 

Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doolah 

Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler 

Just like a nun from a catholic school 

I'll make you drool, and play the fool 

Snatch you by the ears, smack you up like a queer 

Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer 

Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile 

Everlast is my name, I'm from the house of pain 

You know that I never play the punk role 

'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jeda 

You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter 

Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies 

Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybee 

Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow 

'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles 

Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle 

'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto 

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it 

Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute 

I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin 

From Albuquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey? 

Ready, serve, entertain like Merv 

Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv 

The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello 

Some say mellow, complicated like a dello 

The freakin' who's speakin', freaks it every weekend 

'Cause I'll be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln 

Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin' 

I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall 

And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub 

Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub 

And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? 

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it 

Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it 

And take you for a ride to where I reside 

Put your face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow 

I tax that butt, wax that ass 

Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is) 

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is 

(That's what it is)