House Of Pain

House Of Pain - House Of Pain Anthem lyrics

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Take me out  ya never could
 Act up in my neighbourhood
 You better not  my aim is good
 The House Of Pain is not a gang
 Just a funky Irish name
 A Celtic savage makin' cabbage
 With corn beef on the side
 Irish pride is what I got
 I got alot so don't dispute it
 Constantly I'm zooted
 If ya got a gun then shoot it
 Pick any beat I rock it
 I'm always in the pocket
 You try to ill, I grab my gat
 And now you see me cock it
 Next I pull the trigger
 I don't care if you're bigger
 You try to con yourself you're bulletproof
 But how ya figure?
 The caps that I'll be poppin'
 They'll have your body droppin'
 You thought you knew the deal
 But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin'
 I'm moppin' up the comp
 That's short for compitition
 I write my lyrics like
 The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen

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 The House Of Pain in effect, y'all
 I say the House Of Pain is in effect
 You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all
 And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked

 I'm a beer drinkin' fighter
 The bike in Easy Rider
 I only roll my spliffs
 With the extra easy riders
 Papers to vapours
 Is what you'll all be catchin'
 Meanwhile I'll be snatchin'
 Up your hoes and all your dough
 The styles that I'll be kickin'
 You know they're finger lickin'
 Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim
 Only the offender
 I go out on a bender
 Drink a case of brew
 And then disgrace the crew
 But only if it's Mickey's
 I never wear no dickeys
 Only wear the Levi's
 My whole family cries

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

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Released in: 2009

Language: English

Appearing on: House of Pain (1992)

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