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What It's Like
We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change. The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange. He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes.
Top O' The Morning To Ya
She won't come. Just when you want it. . Ya see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun. You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on. You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill.
The Have Nots
Benevolence, mercy, discipline. Benevolence, mercy, discipline. Benevolence. . Here come the, here come the, here come the pain. Here come the, here come the, here come the pain.
Still Gotta Lotta Love
Still gotta lotta love (8x). . Much love for my man Lyor. Keep rockin' dem beats and gettin' hotties on the floor. And much love for my man Danny Boy.
Still Got A Lotta Love
Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. . Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love.
Shut The Door
You look good, shut the door. If I get mine, you'll get yours. (Ah leave the lights on). Girl, if I get mine then you'll get yours. . Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin static.
Shamrocks And Shenanigans
Alright, now. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. . I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror.
Same As It Ever Was
[Everlast]. Back in black, who's the mack?. Sittin' on the back of the Cadillac. . [Danny Boy]. It's the D motherfucker better pass me the mic. So I can rock on and drop the styles I write.
Salutations
The house of pain. The house of pain. The house of pain. . Yo, the time has come. For everyone to clean up their own backyard. Before they go knocking on their neighbor's door.
Put Your Head Out
I rip shit like a bow when I flow. When I score points with the joints that I throw. 'Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see. I break backs, make tracks and get funky.
Put On Your Shit Kickers
Yea, check it out now everybody check it out now. Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz. I got the shotty ay yo, I got the buck shot. Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill.
Punch Drunk
You know I rock microphones like they got back bones. And I'll roll on your show like some biscuit dough. Yeah you steady bitin' styles off the next man's flow.
Pass The Jinn
Cockni O'Dire. . Watch out, bust the style I be kickin'. I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken. I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins.
Over There Shit
Here's the new shit I'm on, we can all get along. But if ya step to me wrong, I'm gonna bang ya like a gong. And I don't need a gang to do it, I creep solo.
One For The Road
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.
On Point (lethal Dose Remix)
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.
On Point
I'm sick, demented, I came unrepresented. 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'.
No Doubt
No doubt. Hold tight. Till the break of dawn. Till the break of light. . No doubt. Hold tight. Till the break of dawn. Till the break of light. . Say yes, yes y'all to the right beat.
Life Goes On
Remember when the shit hit the fan. And the man wanted to know which way you ran?. . Life goes on. Life goes on. Life goes on. Life goes on. . Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn.
Just Another Victim
Victimized, but you're in bed. Stumble out and run dead. If it ever paid to self start. Environment, make you smart. . Just another victim. Just another victim.
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