House And The Rising Son Lyrics

I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, f**k the playback

I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And you don't quit, I say you don't quit
'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break

Like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The house of pain

Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
Honey let me in

'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my s*xual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doolah
Don't ya f**k around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler

Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make you drool, and play the fool
Snatch you by the ears, smack you 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, I'm from the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jeda
You're 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

Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pa*s the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey?

Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello

The freakin' who's speakin', freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the f**k ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your a*s and fill it
And take you for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow
I tax that butt, wax that a*s
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

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