House Of Pain Anthem Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood take me out you never could 

Act up in my neighbourhood you better not my aim is good 

The house of pain is not a gang just a funky Irish name 

A Celtic savage makin' cabbage with corn beef on the side 

Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it 

Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it 

Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket 

You try to ill I grab my gat and now you see my cock it 

Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger 

You try to con yourself you're bulletproof but how ya figure? 

The caps that I'll be poppin' they'll have your body droppin' 

You thought you knew the deal but now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' 

I'm moppin' up the comp 

That's short for competition 

I write my lyrics 

Like the Irish mob in hell's kitchen 

The house of pain in effect y'all 

I say the house of pain is in effect 

You know the house of pain is in effect y'all 

And anyone that steps up is gettin' wrecked 

I'm a beer drinkin' fighter the bike in easy rider 

I only roll my spliffs with the extra easy whiters 

Papers to vapors is what you'll all be catchin' 

Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' up your hoes and all your dough 

The styles that I'll be kickin' you know they're finger lickin' 

Good the peckerwood never could play the victim 

Only the offender I go out on a bender 

Drink a case of brew and then disgrace the crew 

But only if it's mickeys 

So I never wear no dickeys 

Only wear the Levi's 

My whole family cries 

The house of pain in effect, y'all 

I say the house of pain is in effect 

You know the house of pain is in effect y'all 

And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked