Danny Boy, Danny Boy

Peckerwood, Peckerwood, tell me your tale Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be? Like a bird in a tree on the TLP It's the Irish intellect, no one disrespected My shit'll get hectic real quick This is the House Of Pain And pain is one thing we're not 'cause we know we've got Style and fashion, smoke some hash and I'm smackin' up girls like cars were crashin' Danny Boy, Danny Boy, the pipes are callin' Thought you was a winner, ya was, now you're all in That's right, damn skimpy, ya can't get with me I run the whole track and leave ya three laps back Chop suey don't do me no good I gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manage I never eat pig but I'll f**k up a potato I'm not a dago but pasta's all that My pockets stay pha, so step the f**k back You wanna move on me, you better bring an army I rip shit daily, ask my man Tom Baily I'm rockin' the clock like if I was Bill Hailey I'm cockin' my glock and I got my shileighly So watch your lady, because I'm (Danny Boy) Danny Boy (Danny Boy) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy) (Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy) Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling (Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy) (Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy) From glen to glen and down the mountainside (Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy) (Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy) (Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy)