Songtext & the rising sun von House Of Pain

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& the rising sun

He who breaks the law goes back to the house of pain (2x)

I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
Cause I dont play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And ya dont quit, I say you dont quit
Cause Im the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break
Like nel carter
Theres tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crews no joke
The house of pain
Is kickin up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know were liftin up skirts, grabbin on the snatch
Feelin on the skin, Im knockin on your door
Honey let me in
Cause Im down with the freak mo baby
Im at my sexual peak, young lady
Aint nobody cooler than my man son doobie
Dont ya fuck around, Ill smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a catholic school
Ill make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, Im from the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk role
Cause Im a white irish man with a funk soul

Chorus

Thats what it is yall
Thats what it is (thats what it is) (4x)

Smooth like beretta, quicker than the jedi
Youre soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin on my shit, I have to say haybee
Sonll be rockin until tomorrow
Cause Ive got the right on, like ray charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto
Ill play it, Ill win it
Ive done it, I did it
Some say Im kiddin
But right at this minute
Ill freak it, Ill funk it
And like a country bumbkin
>from albakerque whos gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like merv
Griffin, sniffin panties, Im a prev
The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin whos speakin
Freaks it every weekend
Cause Ill be trick or treatin
I used to drive a lincoln
Drivin, speedin, hey rid, Im readin
I make more money than that kid alex keaton

Chorus

I rip flesh, yes yall, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while Im rhymin on your dub
Gettin play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? (drop it)
I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin like a willow
I tax that but, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

Chorus (2x)

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He who breaks the law goes back to the house of pain (2x)

I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
Cause I dont play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And ya dont quit, I say you dont quit
Cause Im the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break
Like nel carter
Theres tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crews no joke
The house of pain
Is kickin up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know were liftin up skirts, grabbin on the snatch
Feelin on the skin, Im knockin on your door
Honey let me in
Cause Im down with the freak mo baby
Im at my sexual peak, young lady
Aint nobody cooler than my man son doobie
Dont ya fuck around, Ill smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a catholic school
Ill make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, Im from the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk role
Cause Im a white irish man with a funk soul

Chorus

Thats what it is yall
Thats what it is (thats what it is) (4x)

Smooth like beretta, quicker than the jedi
Youre soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin on my shit, I have to say haybee
Sonll be rockin until tomorrow
Cause Ive got the right on, like ray charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto
Ill play it, Ill win it
Ive done it, I did it
Some say Im kiddin
But right at this minute
Ill freak it, Ill funk it
And like a country bumbkin
>from albakerque whos gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like merv
Griffin, sniffin panties, Im a prev
The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin whos speakin
Freaks it every weekend
Cause Ill be trick or treatin
I used to drive a lincoln
Drivin, speedin, hey rid, Im readin
I make more money than that kid alex keaton

Chorus

I rip flesh, yes yall, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while Im rhymin on your dub
Gettin play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? (drop it)
I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin like a willow
I tax that but, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

Chorus (2x)