Third Stone From The Sun Lyrics - House Of Pain

Here come the pecker 

Wood mic wrecker 

Sweet like nectar 

MC selector 

Come again, keep the style I'm bustin' 

You think I'm droppin' acid ???only super cold does it??? 

Feel the rushin' through your blood and cerebellum 

And any man that defies, eyes will be swellin' 

So whatcha smellin', kid, I'll bust your melon 

Then I spit out the seed, you got dirty deeds 

You're done, dirt cheap, I'm on the greek don't sleep 

Melee cause the circus, but bullets run deep 

And talk is cheap, kid, it's time to make moves 

It's time to make capital gains with my brains 

The song remains, the same as it ever was 

And you can say my crew's fallin' but it never does 

I'm white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse 

Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual 

My interplanetary sub-galactic tactic 

Got ya wearin' vests like prophylactics 

My verbal waters rock your sons and daughters 

And I'll tell more lies than priests and rabbis 

And all the allies put together in a cipher 

My skin's my cell, no parole on my life 

CHORUS: 

Doin' time on the third stone from the sun 

Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun 

I'm dealin' with the pressures, son, life ain't fun 

Doin' time on the third stone from the sun 

I'll be gettin' down and dirty by 2030 

Sippin' off my forty, out deep in your shorty 

Lordy, glory, hallelujah 

Like a big Samoan my sig's gonna boo ya 

Do-a-ditty, oh what a pity 

I'm blowin' up the spot like Oklahoma City 

We might terrorism and hold plagerism 

And blood shot vision 'cause I smoke major 'ism 

If you got sob stories, kid, don't tell me 'bout 'em 

'Cause them tin boots you wearin' I'm a lift you outta 'em 

With two shots to your bid, I ain't playin' kid 

I know the games that you runnin' and all the things you did 

And you'll say 'holy cow' if my gun go blaow 

Click-bang, watch me do my thang 

My element's in order, my attribute's eternal 

And all you duck MC's are smellin' just like the Colonel 

You're all fried chicken with your back side lickin' 

I'll play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin' 

Out your eye socket and if I wanna cock it 

I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket 

I pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocket 

Yeah, I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket 

CHORUS