House of Pain Anthem — текст песни (House Of Pain)

I`m a wood peckin` peckerwood
Take me out, ya never could
Act up in my neighbourhood
You better not, my aim is good
The House Of Pain is not a gang
Just a funky Irish name
A Celtic savage makin` cabbage
With corn beef on the side
Irish pride is what I got
I got alot so don`t dispute it
Constantly I`m zooted
If ya got a gun then shoot it
Pick any beat I rock it
I`m always in the pocket
You try to ill, I grab my gat
And now you see me cock it
Next I pull the trigger
I don`t care if you`re bigger
You try to con yourself you`re bulletproof
But how ya figure?
The caps that I`ll be poppin`
They`ll have your body droppin`
You thought you knew the deal
But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin`
I`m moppin` up the comp
That`s short for compitition
I write my lyrics like
The Irish mob in Hell`s Kitchen

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The House Of Pain in effect, y`all
I say the House Of Pain is in effect
You know the House Of Pain is in effect y`all
And anyone that steps up in gettin` wrecked

I`m a beer drinkin` fighter
The bike in Easy Rider
I only roll my spliffs
With the extra easy riders
Papers to vapours
Is what you`ll all be catchin`
Meanwhile I`ll be snatchin`
Up your hoes and all your dough
The styles that I`ll be kickin`
You know they`re finger lickin`
Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim
Only the offender
I go out on a bender
Drink a case of brew
And then disgrace the crew
But only if it`s Mickey`s
I never wear no dickeys
Only wear the Levi`s
My whole family cries

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