What's That Smell Lyrics - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again - House Of Pain

Baby, because 

(I say, "Lord, have mercy") 

This is for all you dirty bitches out there 

Suck up on this motherfuckin' nuts 

(I say, "Lord, have mercy") 

Say stop! Hey, what's that sound? 

Everybody look what's goin' down 

I'm everlastin', forever on a roll 

I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray matter tone 

I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this 

Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny Mathis 

On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the honeys 

Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies 

Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading Doonesbury 

See me after dark, love, shit be getting scary 

I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom 

Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start stroking your palm 

Work my way up your arm, start kissing your ear 

Maybe, licking your lips, then pulling your hair 

Yeah, I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm 

And if my legs cramp, girl, I lick that stamp 

I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries 

Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry 

Stop, hey, what's that smell 

Someone laced dust all up in my L 

Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell 

Let's take it back fourteen billion cells 

Periodic measures to say my rhymes 

Too much of this dope need growth-type slow 

Off a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves 

Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves 

Break a branchling wist stick 

Lyrics for the mystical 

Yo fancy, shake your chancy 

Our transystem is torn MCs 

I hymn-zen, then I'm casualies 

Pot smoke-seeds, relativities 

Seize it, I be on every first ability 

Of chaos, a higher form of infinity 

Gettin' me virtually supreme ID 

Reflectors and tackers 

At which my faster phrased words 

Super-lax, break raps and MCs jump off wacks 

Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt 

I work for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical chill 

I say, "Stop", hey, what's that smell? 

Someone laced dust all up in my L 

Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell 

Let's take it back fourteen billion cells 

Stop, hey, what's that smell? 

Someone laced dust all up in my L 

Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell 

Let's take it back fourteen billion cells