On Point (lethal Dose Remix) Lyrics - House Of Pain

I'm sick, demented, I came to represent it 

I rose from the grave, I had a close shave 

The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen 

That's how I'm rollin' 

Calvin Klein's no friend of mine 

So I don't like Marky or the monarchy 

Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone 

I leave you sulkin' on my load like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone 

So get a grip like Stephen Tyler 

I used to trip with the Divine Styler 

Back in the days there were Irish ways 

And Irish laws stand up for the cause 

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point 

When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man 

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point 

When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man 

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point 

When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man 

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point 

When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man 

Well, it's the D to the A, double N Y B O Y 

'Cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio 

It's a black day of rest quick run get your vest 

I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill 

To turn the party out it's all about the skyscraper 

Your girl caught the vapors so I might videotape her 

I make a lot of the paper so I don't have to scrape the 

Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel 

Now I could pull your card starting up the Harley Davidson 

I got the gun so the drama you could save it 

Well it's the mad bum rushin', funky with percussion 

From L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin' 

I'll cutcha' like the butcher but it ain't Joe, The Writer 

The old rock a loop 'cause I'm super like Schneider 

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point 

When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man 

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point 

When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man 

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point 

When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man 

When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point 

When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man 

I'm ill, retarded, so don't get me started 

I might lose my cool ya lose if we duel 

'Cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a monk 

With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk 

I got the skill kid and I'm gonna' milk it 

For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth 

So step to the next head or like Sadat X said 

He's gone, and that's how it's supposed to be 

Don't stand so close to me