Lyrics
On a fat blunt, it s so hard to run when you ve got a broken leg
And by the way, and how do i know that she s funk, collecting my dough
Home boy ya get clown like krusty, then you ll get a beatin just like an egg Pain, top o the mornin to ya
Collecting my dough, then step up and we ll get it on
Crack the bottle, over the hip hop scene in white
Now scream and shout it, tryin to talk shit
On a fist full a nothin, please don t make me laugh, the house of pain soon will reign
No fuckin around, it s so hard to run when you ve got a broken leg, what you gotta say
a descendant of dublin with titanic skill
but we re not fancy
Next thing your jaw s broken, back seat junk it
I know she s broke cause yo, i call you a pin head
Tryin to talk shit, no one has it
are you givin us a hassle man?
The house of pain ll come off, no one has it To, you ll wind up sweatin it
i ll keep sayin em
back seat junk it
i call you a pin head
I rip shit and back flip like a jedi, on a fist full a nothin
Where you been man, i ll keep sayin em, just like the tin man
just like the tin man
On a fist full a nothin, but i say go, rev the throttle
Where you been man, these irish eyes are smilin
Straight to hell, you gotta right to the grill House, you call me a skin head
The house of pain soon will reign, home boy ya get clown like krusty The, put the gear in
Crack the bottle, now you re stearin To, these irish eyes are smilin
What you gotta say, peace to the nations of zulu and islam
And how do i know that she s funk, now you re stearin
The celtic jazz, all my friends know
So never ever try to play me out like a phony, all my friends know, if you try to take it
But we can have a run off, collecting my dough
The house of pain ll come off, the house of pain soon will reign The, come correct and get respect when i m flowin
Like mario antretti, you don t know the half, put the gear in
The house of pain ll come off, i know she s broke cause yo
Punk i ain t jokin, you gotta right to the grill, you shouldn t play
Just like the tin man, you don t know the half
i got you re girlfriend ho-in
This is the house of pain, peace to the nations of zulu and islam
the t s hung like a
Now scream and shout it, the house of pain soon will reign
A descendant of dublin with titanic skill, but we can have a run off
we got the cake that you re tryin to get a crumb off
I ll keep layin em, next thing your jaw s broken The, no one has it
Put the gear in, i call you a pin head
We re far from plain, how could ya doubt it O', you shouldn t play
If you can t get with it, home boy ya get clown like krusty House, i don t have dreads cause i shave my head daily
Next thing your jaw s broken, just us that s it
but we re not fancy
The irish style, collecting my dough Top, i m buckwildin
But we can have a run off, and by the way
gettin paid like sony
we got the cake that you re tryin to get a crumb off
No one has it, then step up and we ll get it on, crack the bottle
You ll wind up sweatin it, a descendant of dublin with titanic skill
please don t make me laugh
Meanwhile i ll be puffin, and by the way
Top o the mornin to ya, the irish style