House Of Pain & The Rising Sun Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

He who breaks the law goes back to the house of pain (2x) 

I rock the ill shit, ya 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 ya 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 doobie 

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

Just like a nun from a catholic school 

I'll make ya drool, and play the fool 

Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya 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 

Chorus 

That's what it is y'all 

That's what it is (that's what it is) (4x) 

Smooth like beretta, quicker than the jedi 

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 on, 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 bumbkin 

>from albakerque who's gonna carve the turkey 

Ready, serve, entertain like merv 

Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a prev 

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 

Chorus 

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? (drop it) 

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 ya for a ride to where I reside 

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

I tax that but, wax that ass 

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

Chorus (2x)