House of pain anthem
Im 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 dont dispute it
Constantly Im suited
If ya got a gun then shoot it
Pick any beat I rock it
Im always in the pocket
You try to ill, I grab my gat
And now you see my cock it
Next I pull the trigger
I dont care if youre bigger
You try to con yourself youre bulletproof
But how ya figure?
The caps that Ill be poppin
Theyll have your body droppin
You thought you knew the deal
But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin
Im moppin up the comp
Thats short for compitition
I write my lyrics like
The irish mob in hells kitchen
Chorus
The house of pain in effect, yall
I say the house of pain is in effect
You know the house of pain is in effect yall
And anyone that steps up in gettin wrecked
Im a beer drinkin fighter
The bike in easy rider
I only roll my spliffs
With the extra easy whiters
Papers to vapors
Is what youll all be catchin
Meanwhile Ill be snatchin
Up your hoes and all your dough
The styles that Ill be kickin
You know theyre 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 its mickeys
I never wear no dickeys
Only wear the levis
My whole family cries
Chorus
