One For The Road Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

Check it out, everybody in the house, check it out 

The House of Pain is in full effect 

Call me the corn fed, pecker wood, redneck cracker 

White bread, shit kickin', Irish beat jacker 

Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel 

Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil 

But that's just because they don't know what I know 

And that's just because they can't flow like I flow 

I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say 

Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay 

And knock your motherfucking fronts out 

Smoke my Philly blunts out, my Buddha never runs out 

I turn the little scunts out 

And I got the hookers callin' me pops 

Once their cherry pops, ever last gets all the props 

I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen 

I bed the wenches 'cause you know I'm a pagan 

The House of Pain, that's the name of my crew 

You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do 

Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin' 

You need to start puffin' and relax 

Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed 

For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho 

My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show 

Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house 

I said mickey mouse, you know he's in the house 

One for the road, this is one for a road 

For my man Matt champ, this is one for the road 

Tura lura lura, tura lura lie 

Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby 

No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night 

The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight 

Step up, your blood, I spill it 

Put on the beat, I kill it 

I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet 

Move over sizzlean, my favorite color's green 

But I'll beat ya black and blue, 'cause I'm always with my crew 

Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house 

I said mickey mouse, you know he's in the house 

Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house 

I said mickey mouse, you know he's in the house