Tekster: House Of Pain. Fine Malt. Come And Get Some O' This.

Step to this Irish mac daddy
I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag
With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride
Little did you know you on the wrong side, son
I got the gun and I'm not scared to use it
Put your life on the line, homeboy you lose it
That's how it goes, homes

I blow domes when I rock microphones
I can get swift to the riff from an old jam
I'm wise like an old man and don't take shit from no clan
Or crew, or gang, or crew, or club
The wack MC's tryin' to rhyme it with my dub
Fuck the bullshit, the piece gets pulled quick
Fourteen pulls on my trigger, that's the whole clip
And if there's anyone still standin' thinkin' that they're runnin' shit
They can come and get some of this

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If not, stand clear and you got nothin' to fear
I'm livin' in a state of grace and it's a fucked up place
I'll put my gun in your face, if you step up you'll get broke up
It's no joke, blood
I write rhymes, drink beer, fight, smoke bud
That's all I do, it's all I need
I buck down a little sucker just to watch him bleed

That's my style, it's how I do my thing
This is the House of Pain and I'm the king
I come real with it, can ya deal with it
Or will ya run for shelter, though you barely felt the
House of pain in full effect
And if you come with disrespect you can

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