Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Release Date: June 28, 1994

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: BACK FROM THE DEAD

Straight out the casket, rising up

Open up your eyes, can't you see me

What the fuck is this madness

Pick up my bones

Erase my name from off the tombstones

Alive and kicking

Breathin' the air

Call out my name punk

And I'll be there

No question

My suggestion to the action

Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin'

Messin with me

You're messin' with the best

Bleow, you're takin' to shots to the chest
 

'Cause I'm back from the dead

Everlast's comin' back from the dead [Back from the dead]

You know I'm back from the dead

And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head

Back from the dead

Back from the dead
 

You can't disrespect it

I'm the resurrected

Back from the dead

Just to mess with your head

I'll stress what I said

But I won't repeat it

If you've got a cold, starve it

If you've got a fever, feed it

And if you can't feed it

Then why not blow

You might be positive

And not even know

I rock the hardcore

From the floor to the ceilin'

I give sexual healin'

I'll get your girlie squealin'

Like a pig

My grave's somethin' you can never dig

I'll rock a mausoleum

Backyard a colosseum
 

'Cause I'm back from the dead

Everlast's comin' back from the dead [Back from the dead]

You know I'm back from the dead

House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said
 

Skip the autopsy

'Cause I never O.D.'d

I only puff boom kid

I never get skeed

I don't sniff or shoot up

Rip I'll stick my boot up

Your ass quick fast

Everlast don't jive

Just like Pearl Jam

I'm still Alive [sample of "Rumors" by Timex Social Club]

Spreadin' like tumors

Gossip and lies

Exaggerated reports of my demise

And if you believed 'em

Well then you got gassed

The media deceived em'

Just like in the past
 

'Cause I'm back from the dead

Everlast's comin' back from the dead [Back from the dead]

You know I'm back from the dead

And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head

Back from the dead

Back from the dead
 

Like Steven Segal

I'm hard to kill

And like G.G. Allen

I'm crazy ill

I'll beat ya down with my mic

Kick your ass with my Nike

Bust ya in the eye

If ya tell another lie

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Thinkin' I'm dead

You must be smokin' dust

Come see me bust in the flesh

It's a must
 

'Cause I'm back from the dead

Everlast's comin' back from the dead [Back from the dead]

You know I'm back from the dead

House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said

Back from the dead (fade)

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: I'M A SWING IT

I'm a swing it

Watch me bring it

To the next level

The graphic devils

Gettin' funky like the Nevilles

Brothers from the bayou,

So why you wanna trip

Just play the sideline kid

And wait for me to trip

'Cause I can feel it in the air tonight

But yo I'm not Phil Collins

I'm more like Henry Rollins

'Cause I search and destroy

Retoy with the plot

Tryin' to get what I got

Ya might get shot

Hot damn I'm a slam ya like ONYX

Then teach ya how to write a rhyme

Like hooked on Phonics

Mother Goose ain't got shit on me

'Cause I get loose at the jam and wreck the whole party

I make em' jump and mosh

Oh my gosh

There slamin in the pit

When I'm kickin my shot

They're buggin at the eyes

'Cause I got mad styles

And ain't a damn thing funny

I get money in piles

Some people thought I died

That's just a rumor though

Others thought I fell off

But now I'm numero uno

Dos not cuatro

word to Kool Kieth

I'm a break up your teeth

When I die (die)

Bury me (me)

Hang my balls from a cherry tree (tree)

Let them get ripe and take a bite

And if they don't taste right then don't blame D (D)

You need to quit swingin

The styles that I'm bringin

The funk knuckle dragon

The kids on the wagon

I'm not the 12 stepper

Don't play me like a lepper

My mic sounds nice

But it's not Salt-n-Pepa

Well it's the man with the plan

To get all your skins

The tip of my dick is where the line begins

So hoe's form a line

Take off that swine

Strip your ass butt naked

Let's see if you can take it

'Cause I'll make you feel...

LIKE A NATURAL WOMEN!

'Cause I keep it comin'

I'm the Everlastin'

Free style assasin

My soul and my goal is to bring a little passion

To your girl's life like the Daily Sun

Throw her down on the bed

And tie her up wit ropes

I'm just another rager with a Dairy Face

Punk motherfuckers beef and rhyme my race

You need to step back kid and give me some space

So I can cold spark the party when I'm rockin the place

Danny Boy's arrivin'

I Stand six five and a half, don't laugh kid

The outlaw biker with my big shit kicker

On a highway to hell

'Cause I never tell

Well it's the funk back breaker

We heat it up like Jamaica

Don't bring your woman to the party cause I'll take her

Hit the deck 'cause I'm down with the Hoolis

I got a trunk full of funk like the groovy doolies

I'm not the man but I'll asked who was he

Quick's hot the hair do just like Ruth Buzzy

Runnin' 'round town like ya been to jail son

But ya hit the swap meet to get your hair and your nail done

Get off my sack

'Cause your shit is wack

Ya dis me and I'm a dis ya back

I'm a swing it (X4)
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: 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'

Calvin Klein's

No friend of mine

So I don't like Marky

Or the monarchy

Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone

I leave you sulkin'

Like Macaulay Culkin

In Home Alone

So Get A Grip

Like Stephen Tyler

I used to trip

With the Divine Styler

Back in the days

There were Irish ways

And Irish laws

to stand up for the cause
 

CHORUS (4x)

When it's time to rock a funky joint

I'm on point

When it's time to rock a funky jam

I'm the man
 

Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO

Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio

It's a black day of rest

Quick run get your vest

I'm down with the Hill

'Cause I still got the skill

To turn the party out

It's all about the skyscraper

Your girl caught the vapors

So I might videotape her

I make a lot of the paper

So I don't have to scrape the

Bottom of the barrel

I rock fly apparel

Now I could pull you car

Starting up the Harley Davidson

I got the gun

So the drama you could save it

Well it's the mad bum rushin'

Funky with percussion

From L.A. to Flushing

I get your girlie blushin'

I'll cutcha' like the butcher

But it and Joe the writer

The old rock a loop

'Cause I'm super like Schneider
 

CHORUS (4x)
 

I'm ill, retarded

So don't ya get me started

I might lose my cool

Ya lose if we duel

'Cause I can stomp a hole

In the sole of a monk

With the rhymes in my head

And the beats in my trunk

I got the skill kid

And I'm gonna' milk it

For all it's worth

I'm gettin' mines on earth

So step to the next head

Or like Sadat X said

He's gone

And that's it's supposed to be

Don't stand so close to me

'Cause
 

CHORUS (4x)

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN feat. Kerbdog

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: RUNNIN' UP ON YA

Runnin up on ya

The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x)
 

Give me some elbow room

Spark the boom

Then pass it

I'll drop ya like acid

Ya might get blasted

If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride

Ya wish ya died

Cause I don't let shit slide

Shin Fane

It's the House of Pain

Our day will come

Boom she-lach-lach

My shit's cocked

Ya better run

Get a gun

Get a bomb

It's on like Vietnam

Then run and get ya mom

And ask why Daddy's buggin'

Chuggin' Black & Tan's

Smacking Fan

I'm breakin' up the set

I'm gettin' bitches wet

Gettin' all the dough

I'm leavin with ya ho

And if the ho's white

Yo, ya might lose your life
 

Cause I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna' warn ya when

I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna' warn ya

I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna warn ya when

I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna' warn ya
 

I'll rip out ya veins

With hooks and chains

Just like Pinhead

I used to rock a skinhead

Now I got a fade

Case I'm paid

And the bomb is played

Everybody's done it

So Ev can never run it

I started that shit two years ago

Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago

So I might step to her

But I just wanna' screw her

I don't want to take her

I just wanna' make her

Scream out my name

Cause the Pain's in the House

Bust a nut in her gut

And leave a stain in her blouse

Then pull up my draws

And she's all yours again

And if ya got a beef punk

Better bring a friend
 

Cause I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna' warn ya when

I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna' warn ya

I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna warn ya when

I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna' warn ya
 

I'm commin' 'round the corner

I ain't gonna' warn ya

I'm runnin' up on ya

Punk you're a goner

Put the gun away

Run away

Better chill

Better yet still

Let me get ill

I can drop a bomb

Full of semen in ya mom

And keep her screamin till dawn

Cause the E can rock on like a

One, two and ya don't stop

Ya might get dropped

Cause I don't

And I swear

I don't have a gun
 

I ain't gonna' when

Cause I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna' warn ya when

I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna' warn ya

I'm runnin' up on ya

I ain't gonna warn ya
 

Runnin' up on ya
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: OVER THERE SHIT

Ladies and Gentlemen (2x)
 

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

Beat ya till ya dead

Put out ya freakin head

That's how I do

Because I'm sick like dat

And you'll get kicked like dat

If ya fakin' the funk

I got a trunk full of beats

And a head full of rhymes

I got stains on my sheets

From all the good times

That I spent with ya Hookers

Some were good lookers

And some were just stunts

After too many hlunts

Ya got ya arm around ya girl

But don't make me laugh kid

Gettin steam pressured

Your oirl's schemin' on the grafted

Jail faced Celt

Backed up

Catch a welt

From the buckle

Of my belt

Now tell me how that felt
 

Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x)

I'm on some Milky I don't care shit
 

I don't care...
 

It's the return of the livin dead

Put all concerned to bed

I'm alive and kickin'

Ask any girl I'm stickin

Back once again

I never shot no heroin

Or hit the glass pipe

Ass wipe

Stop the rumor

I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon

I'll leave your shit all swollen

Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin'

The Soul Assassainator'll

Get ya open like a crator

I'm down with psycho vader

cause I'm flava' like a plate a'

Corn beef and cabage

I'm a savage on the set

Don't do nuthin' you'll regret

Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water

I'm out for slaughter

Cops lock up your daughter
 

CHORUS
 

I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya

If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya

We got the FunkDoobie in the House

With the Mickey Mouse

I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse

I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft

I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off

Pullin' on the trigger

Ain't nuthin brave

But I'm a sick fucker

Like a red-neck trucker

And I just might buck ya down

You're starin' down my barrell

So ya jump around

Ya try to get away

But I'm too quick to pull

So don't try to gas me

Punk, my tank's full

I ain't got the time

I don't need the fuel

Punk we can duel

I'll take ya ass to school

Then break down the lesson

Here's the pop quiz

I gets Top Billin

You can ask Giz
 

CHORUS
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN feat. Diamond D.

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: WORD IS BOND

UH...
 

Word is Bond

I'm a numba 1

Grab your chest

Getcha lead outcha asshole X4
 

I break it off like a kit-kat

'Cause ya can't get that

Worth while style

Underground sound

So now your frontin'

Tryin to fake it

Complain ya never make it

And pretty soon you're runnin' butt-naked

So your ass starts to rob and steel

Madd jealous 'cause my shit's got mass appeal

And now I'm rhymin with Diamond D

With some brand new shit for the year of '93

I got a loop on my crate

And I'm duckin'

The way I'm rhymin on the break

Till the brothers fuck it

You know I got the funky sound

You still up un the air

'Cause last year I said "Jump Around"

I'm rollin thick

So I know you can see me

I got mad little white kids

Wishin' they could be me

So don't step up 'cause I'm a come out blastin'

You just a quickie

Punk, I'm Everlastin'
 

CHORUS
 

Now let me hear my man...
 

Yo It's Diamond D

The psycotic

Narrotic

Pete's an idiotic

Smoke the boom thats exotic

With my man Everlastin'

Brotha's be askin' me

For the Fee

Kid, my name ain't Sebastion

Give'em my mom's demo tapes

Foam'n at the mouth

Dreamin' of makin' papes

I know your thirsty

Lord have mercy

I got ten acts

And ya want to be the first, G

Come on, dad

Let me breathe ya

Don't be the lint ball on my sleeve

Wanna be down and diggin' wit' the crates

Have dough in the pocket

And sleep way past 8

I know the feelin'

Ya wanna be the one wealin' and dealin'

But your shit ain't appealin'

So make haste

I'll stick it to a like paste

Dont sleep

I got the 9 on my waist
 

CHORUS
 

I lick shots for the Soul Assasins

I lick shots fot the Diamond D

I lick shots for the Everlastin'

And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c

Yo I'm more respected

My neck's protected

So dont get started

Just disregard it

'Cause I'm retarted

With an agrial stubin'

When I see a bootleg

I take my record and dupe it

Scoop it

Just like a news reporter

I'm causin disorder

'Cause I'm sorta'

Sick of loosin' money

When I work so hard

So if I catch ya bootleggin'

I'm a pull your card
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: KEEP IT COMIN'

Uh huh, come on

Smokin' up an L

Might kill a brain cell

But I might as well

I'm on a highway to hell

Totally consumed

By an earie feelin'

I hear pigs squealin'

Soldiers of fortune

Are torchin' huts

The girls on them TVs

Are shakin' their butts

I'm hyperventilatin'

I might be hallucinatin'

Yo I got a chill

I'm feelin' sort of ill

I'm goin' mad

But aren't ya glad

I used Dial

I'm goin out like style
 

CHORUS
 

Uh and ya don't quit

Yeah, keep it comin'

And ya don't stop

They say

Uh and ya don't quit
 

I got complexes

Ya can't figure out

My dad said

"He's a bum, kick the nigger out"

My head's fucked up

But I lucked up

And got a hit record

Now I'm well respected

I can go places I never went before

I still dress the same

So it must be my name

I can't deal

With who's real and who's not

Who treated me the same

When my record wasn't hot

They said I couldn't eat too
 

So I put my cake down

I think I'm having a breakdown
 

CHORUS
 

It's not paranoia

I got something for ya

It's made of chrome

And it'll burst you dome

No joke my gun'll

Blow a fuckin' tunnel

Right through your body

FREE JOHN GOTTY

I'll leave with you hotty

And I'll take her home

Lay her down on her back

And I'll make her moan
 

CHORUS
 

Uh and ya don't quit

Yeah, keep me cummin'

And ya don't stop

Soul Assasins and ya don't stop

FunkDoobie and ya don't stop

Cypress Hill and ya don't stop

House of Pain and ya don't stop

Soul Assasins and ya don't stop
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: SAME AS IT EVER WAS

Uh shoot 'em all baby

Just call it in one time for me real heavy

Back in black

Who's the mack

Sittin' on the back

Of a Cadillac

It's the D motherfucker

Better pass me the mic

So I can rock on

And drop the styles I write

I like hip-hop

Ya don't stop

And all that

I rock the freak styles

And neat styles

That are crazy fat

It's making me sick

Punk get off my dick
 

CHORUS
 

'Cause I'm the same motherfucker

That I ever was

Same motherfucker

But I can't pay attention

'Cause I'm on that dust
 

My head's not swell

Kid I'm not sell

Don't feed me soup

Just give me the funky loop

I'll rock it to the best of my ability

Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility

'Cause I'm the man that's on point

When I jam a funky joint

I want some other over there

Yo, I just don't care shit

Pass the mic

Then I'm gonna' tear shit

Up like a peice of paper

Your girl caught the vapor

When I ran the caper

I ain't rearranged

So don't look strange

I'm the same motherfucker

Ain't a damn thing changed
 

CHORUS
 

'Cause I'm hard like stone

Don't play me soft

And I rock rhymes frequently

I drop it off and

I'm off in space

I remember your face

But don't remember your name

'Cause it's all the same

As it ever was

That's what it is money grip

Don't trip

Or I'm gonna' bust that lip
 

CHORUS
 

Bust it, flip it, skip it

Just like a stone on a river

Ya know I'm gonna' give her

Whole lotta' flavor

Criminal behavior

Used to be how I made it

But that shit's over rated

Now I rock rhymes over funky beats

I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets

They say money changes people

But I won't 'cause

I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was
 

CHORUS
 

And ya don't quit

'Cause I'm on that dust

Soul Assasins are on that dust[ha ha...]

My man J. Disco is on that dust

Cypress Hill is on that dust

FunkDoobiest is on that dust
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: IT AIN'T A CRIME

[Everlast]
Johnny was a bad boy, he was juvenile delinquent

He had his picture on the wall of every precinct

He had a rep of hanging out with his homies

Puffin on the blunts and sippin on the forties

But when he spoke, nobody would listen

And when he was home, yo, his parents they would diss him

They called him a bum a worthless piece of shit, so over this he had a fit

And now he grabs his bag and heads for the door

And walks to the neighborhood liquor store

Pulls out a gun tells the old man "Hit the floor!"

Then breaks open the register drawer

Pulls out the money stuffs it in his pocket

Points his pistol then he starts to cock it

The man panics and gun goes off

Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off

But he don't care cause Johnny was thought

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
 

CHORUS [Everlast]
 

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught (repeat 3X)

That's how it is homie like it or not
 

[Evelast]
Now coming out store Johnny shot two Haisidic Jews

And when he got home his face was on the news

His mom freaked out told him get the fuck out

That when the pigs rolls up, so yo he ducked out

He hit the backdoor like his name was Carl Lewis

Skipped to the payphone to find out where his crew is

He called up his homeboy Jose, "Word up!"

"Can I come over my man?", he said, "No way

a cop was here he was looking all over for you

but I told the pig that I didn't know you"

He said, "Cool meet me up at the school

I need a ride cause I'm wanted for homicide"

Johnny got a gun and now he's on the run

But he don't care to him this shits fun

Now that he's an outlaw sorta like Robin Hood

The hard rock hero of the whole neighborhood

If they catch him he'll wind up in court

But it ain't a crime if you don't get caught
 

CHORUS
 

New CHORUS [Everlast]
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught

It ain't a sale if it don't get bought

It ain't a show if I don't get paid

She ain't a hoe if you don't get laid
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: WHERE I'M FROM

Thats Where I'm From X2
 

Back in the hub we used to drop madel

Contemplate in hell

The stories I could tell would

Freak your mind

And wreck your brain

The thoughts I would have

would drive most insane

The band playin' Rain

Gettin' Down wit' Jimmy

Hendrix, and Page

Make up the rage

Back in the Huddle

McLou's back yard

Me and D was starvin'

And times were hard

Danny used to roll through

Schemin' on the hustle

Credit cards and slang

M..MC bangin'

Lethal used to come with his reel to reel

We didn't have no deal

But that wasn't the point, we'd...

Rock a funky joint

Then we'd rock another

The only thing to eat

Was some bread, and peanut butter

Back to all the females that beded me

In case you ever wondered

They didn't forget me

These are the times that I always think of

And this is dedicated to the ones I love
 

CHORUS
 

That's where I'm from

Where're you goin' if you don't look back

What's the use of havin ends

If you lose all your friends X4
 

Paintin' on the wall

Ten years gone by

Playin on the stereo

With the volume kinda low

Scheme Team's comin'

Bring me along

We gonna throw a hut party

Till' the break of dagn

With the Soul poppin', thats Soul Poetry

Chameleon playin' bringin' wit' that team

Bring a tab and a 40 and a bag of weed

That's all I need G

'Cause I aint Freaky

Trippin' for days

Runnin' the maze

Goin' down to Venice

Sippin' on the Guinness

These are the times that I alwayc think of

And this is dedicated to the ones I love
 

CHORUS
 

Now times have change

And I'm on tour

And I don't see my friend every day no more

And 'cause they dont see me

They think I've changed

But I'm the same motherfucker no doubt

What's it all about

I thought we was people

I'm tryin' to get mine

I thought you had my back

Man, I can't understand

They used to slap my hand

Ask me for a grand

And run wit' your man

Behind my back and diss me

If you wanna fuck me

first ya gotta kiss me
 

CHORUS (X3)
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: STILL GOT A LOTTA LOVE

Still Gotta lotta love (8X)
 

Much love to my man Leone

Keep rockin' them beats and gettin' parties on the floor

Much love for my man Danny Boy

Ever since you came in my life you helped bring me joy

Much love for my man Grand Mixer-Mugs

For taking me off the street and mixin' with the thugs

And much love love for my man B-Real

I'm glad you got rid of that steel

And much love for my man Sen-Dog

The crews rolling thicker than some London fog

And much love for my man Steve Urkel

I trust him wit' my life and with the loop from every show

And much love for my brody named Justin

Cause if anyone steps up I know you gonna bust 'em

And much love for my man Scott Ian

For bein' a really down to earth human bein'

And much love to my man Guy-O

Cause every day of the week he's got another fine ho

And much love to my man Bronx Style

You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile

And much love to my man Son Doobie

If I needed it again you'd sell the gun back to me

And much love to my man Ralph Emms and the Tomahawk Funkster

Funky like a dumpster

And much love to my man Kaves, ADMoney and the Edge

With family like Sister Sledge

And much love to my moms and my sister and my niece

And everyone out there fighting the beast

And much love to the pioneers

Cause I'm gettin' pain for rhymin' and drinkin' beers

And much love to the ultra magnetic

Cause everybody knows you never got enough credit
 

Still gotta lot of Love

Gotta lotta love (10X)

Still gotta lot of Love
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN

Album: Same As It Ever Was

Title: WHO'S THE MAN?
 

I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park

Makin' every mark that was out after dark

Stick 'em for their loot, cut em up then I'd dash

And when I had to shoot, I'd nutted up for the cash

Ran down the block with my 45 glock

Capped off a round, everybody hit the ground

The next thing I heard was a siren

Couldn't turn around, money grip kept firin'

Runnin' for the ride, I can't go inside

I'd rather that I died, I got too much pride

I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand

My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?
 

CHORUS (x4)
 

Who's the man with the master plan?

Who's the man? Who's the man?
 

I used to sell yayo back in the day-o

Ran with the gang, had all the homie's slang

Grams to the quarters, I'm takin' all the orders

Makin' all the runs, Rakin' in the funds

I always got my gun, it's the old six-shooter

King of the neighborhood, crazy white peckerwood

Now people thinkin' Danny lost his mind

It must've been from all the wine man and all the hardtimes

Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew

I'm always gettin' high, I saw my man die

Now I got the work and the dough, 25 grand and a 5 keys of blow

I gotta' relocate and start all over

But watch it blow up like a supernova

I keep my game in tight and follow the plan

My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?
 

CHORUS (x4)
 

I got myself locked down in the pen

I ain't got a friend, so here I go again

I gotta' get my props up and earn my respect

Gotta' shake someone up or throw 'em off the top deck

My time's runnin' out, I gotta' spill some blood

If I don't do it quick, shit, my name'll be mud

So I pick out a hardrock and rush him in his cell

Beat his ass down and then say that he fell

And if I gotta' do him, scrw him, the convict's dead

I'll stab him in the chest just to let the rest

Of the cell block know that I'm nobody's ho

My shanks in my hand so tell me who's the man?
 

CHORUS (x4)
 

Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: Same As It Ever Was (1994, Unreleased)
Title: IRISH PRIDE
 

High on a hilltop near your home, there stands a dilapidated old mansion.
Some say the place is haunted, but you don't believe in such myths. One
dark and stormy night, a light appears in the top most window in the tower
of the old house. You decide to investigate and you never...turn up.
 

Well, it's the kid who brought the pride of the Irish back
I'm spreadin' phat rhymes like as if I was black
You caught a beat 'cause you played the punk role
Mom and Pop ??? your funk soul
So I'm gonna take you out just like a first date
Watch me violate, watch me demonstrate
The mad tanic skills to get the bills paid
I'm true to the trade, the flu is like the plague
But I grab the guitar, started up pickin' and strummin'
Then I started whistlin' and drummin'
Next came the bass line followed by the drum kick
My name's Everlast honey 'cause I don't come quick
I last longer than the top of Tom Flaghtery
You lack skills kid please drop the flattery
Get of my dilsnic, I split the bills quick
Rollin' like nector, you wanna fight her
So don't fuck around and bring your hoe
I'll hit that bitch like I was Ridick Bowe
I got my shellieghly, I got my gun
I put heads out daily and I never run
 

CHORUS (X4)
Everlast is commin', the funky drummers drummin'
Danny Boy's commin' with the Irish style
 

You better run, hide, slip and slide
But don't fuck around with that Irish pride
The last one died talkin' all that crap
Yo, he couldn't adapt I pulled him straight off the map
That's how I'm doin' it because y'all be doin' it
The only needle my arm was tatooin' it
I roll to the show on my iron horse
So you hopin' nature takes it's course
So fuck the Source 'cause I don't read it
It's a fashion mag and hip-hop don't need it
And if you're believin' everything you read
Then the bullshit rags fuckin' with your head
 

CHORUS (X4)
 

Just like Pearl Jam you know my flows even
I'm scary like King but yo, my name ain't Steven
Broaden the appearal I rock fly apparal
I got a bow and arrow I'll take your bow narrow
Make a knife handle, skin you like tanucka ???
Then run you down like my name was Larry Zunka
Who used to be a Dolphin down in Miami
Played me too close and I pulled out my hammy
You know I get funky like the Groovy Ghoulies
Why you steppin' to me tryin' to make some movies
Askin' my scissors, I'm gonna cut the head
Borrow off my style kid, but you got no credit
I said it, I meant it, I meant what I said
Steppin' up talkin' shit and I'll bite off your head ???
I got no dread but I puff boom
Because my lifes like that of Daniel Boone ???
 

CHORUS (X3)