House And The Rising Son lyrics

I rock to ill shit, ya know I kill shit,
An` then build shit, get off my dilznit,
`Cause I don`t play that, My style goes way back,
I kicked my shit one time, Gook, Fuck the playback!
I go off my head, ya know I shave my shit,
And ya don`t quit, I say ya don`t quit,
`Cause I`m the Prodigal Son, Ya get well-done,
Just like a steak, Gimme A Break,
Like Nell Carter, there`s tartar on yer teeth,
Homeboy ya got beef? Well then ya get broke,
`Cause my crew`s no joke, The House o` Pain,
Is kickin` up dirt an` if we`re 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-mode, baby,
I`m at my sexual peak young lady.
Ain`t nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie,
Don`tcha fuck around, I`ll smack yer knuckles wit a ruler,
Just like a nun from a Cath`lic school,
I`ll make ya drool, an` play the fool,
Snatch ya up by th`ears, smack ya up like a queer,
Take a puff off my blunt an` then sip my beer.
Kick the mean style, Leave bodies in a pile,
Everlast`s my name, I`m from the House of Pain,
Ya know that I never played the punk role,
`Cause I`m the light Irish man wit a funky soul...

(Refrain)
It`s what it is, y`all
It`s what it is...(x4)

(Son Doobie)
Smoke like forever, quicker than the gender,
You`re soft like a feather, ya lil bedwetter,
Baby, baby, I heard ya caught the rabies,
Bitin on my shit, I hafta say maybe...
Son`ll be rockin, until tomorrow
`Cause I got the Right One, like Ray Charles,
Follow, Swallow, the funk pass the bottle,
`Cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my Auto,
I play it, I win it, I done it, I did it,
Some say I`m trippin, but right at this minute,
I`ll freak it, I`ll funk it, like a country bumpkin,
From Alberquerque, Who`s gonna carve the turkey?
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv,
rip it, sniff it, Panties, I`m a perv.
The Doobie-Funk fellow, smooth like a Jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello,
The freakin, who`s speakin? Tricks that I`ll be beatin,
`Cause I`ll be trick-or-treatin,
I used to drive a Lincoln.
Drivin, speedin, hey Rif, I`m readin!
I make more money than that kid, Alex Keaton!

(Refrain)

I rip felsh, yes y`all,
Run for the messhall
an` get your grub
While I`m rhymin on your dub,
Gettin play at the club,
Then I step to the pub an` crack a brew-
What the fuck you gonna do?
I rip shit, kill it,
cut yer gut an` spill it,
treat ya like a gas tank, take yer ass an` fill it,
Then take ya for a ride
To where I reside,
Put yer face in my pillow
An` have ya weepin like a willow.
I tax that butt, wax that ass,
Bust a nut in your teeth
An` wait for you to beef...

(Refrain
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