The House Of Pain is in full effect
 Call me the corn fed  peckerwood  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, Everlast 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

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 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 the road
 For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road
 Tura lura lura, tura lura li
 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

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