Ya see, I`m Irish, but I`m not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we`ll get it on
You gotta right to the grill, I`m white and I ill
A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw`s broken
Punk I ain`t jokin`, you can bet you`ll be chokin`
On a fist full a nothin`, meanwhile I`ll be puffin`
On a fat blunt, run punk, you don`t know the half
Tryin` to talk shit, man, please don`t make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smilin`, I`m buckwildin`
The House Of Pain is pumpin`, start jumpin`
Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
If you can`t get with it, you`ll wind up sweatin` it
Then you`ll get a beatin` just like an egg
It`s so hard to run when you`ve got a broken leg
But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain`ll come off
We got the cake that you`re tryin` to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
No one has it, just us that`s it
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
I don`t have dreads cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head
Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man
You got no heart, here comes the good part
I pick `em, buck `em, cut `em up, and buck them down
No fuckin` around
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
You shouldn`t play, and by the way
Top o` the mornin` to ya
[Chorus]
(What`s the hassle man?) Top o` the mornin` to ya [2x]
(Hey, are you givin` us a hassle man?)