(Guess who`s back)
I got the skills to pay the bills
I don`t pop pills but I send chills
Up your spine when I rhyme
I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it
Sippin` on the fourty, ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, grab my axe
Fire up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear, the party`s here
Everlast is comin`, the funky drummer`s drummin`
Ya only came backstage to make the front page
To get me locked up, or get yourself knocked up
But I ain`t with it, even if I did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn`t hit it
My name`s Everlast, I got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the LA Times
I don`t do lines, but I puff blunts
I don`t rock fronts, but I stuff stunts
Fill `em to the brim like a cup of coffee
If ya don`t know me, homey, back up off me
Cause I ain`t soft, see, I`ll fly ahead
You wind up dead, you made your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, don`t bother tryin` it
Take my advice, homeboy, think twice
Before you step up, step back
Or catch a smack, guess who`s back
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(He`s back) Guess who`s back (Everybody`s in the street) (4x)
(He`s back) (Everybody`s in the street) (3x)
(He`s back) (2x)
He`s back from the dead, with the shaved head
Don`t start to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you wanna fuck around
I`ll stare ya dead in the face, and then I`ll buck ya down
I`ll put ya six feet deep, some say talk`s cheap
But I make big bucks servin` up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the sound
I never been checked, I only get wrecked
I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag
Don`t give up the booty, cause I ain`t no fag
Checkin` out checkit, I`m prone to wreck shit
If ya dig this joint, check the next shit
I`m Everlast and it`s a natural fact
That the white man is back
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I`ll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese`s
I come in peace, but you`ll leave in pieces
That`s how I`m livin`, that`s how it goes
Everyday I`m sleepin`, every night I`m doin` shows
Always gettin` hoes when there`s hoes to get got
Always wear my hat so I never need a shot
Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme
And if I have to drive I avoid the one time
Stay between the lines and I won`t get pulled over
I don`t need luck cause I got a four leaf clover
Yea I`m Irish, word to the motherland
But on the otherhand
I love America, apple pie, mom and all that
My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back
Play me close and you catch a mean dose
Of my fist, homeboy you get dissed
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