House Of Pain Anthem
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I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood
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Take me out, ya never could
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Act up in my neighbourhood
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You better not, my aim is good
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The House Of Pain is not a gang
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Just a funky Irish name
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A Celtic savage makin' cabbage
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With corn beef on the side
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Irish pride is what I got
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I got alot so don't dispute it
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Constantly I'm suited
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If ya got a gun then shoot it
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Pick any beat I rock it
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I'm always in the pocket
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You try to ill, I grab my gat
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And now you see my cock it
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Next I pull the trigger
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I don't care if you're bigger
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You try to con yourself you're bulletproof
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But how ya figure?
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The caps that I'll be poppin'
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They'll have your body droppin'
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You thought you knew the deal
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But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin'
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I'm moppin' up the comp
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That's short for compitition
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I write my lyrics like
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The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen
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[Chorus]
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The House Of Pain in effect, y'all
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I say the House Of Pain is in effect
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You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all
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And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked
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I'm a beer drinkin' fighter
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The bike in Easy Rider
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I only roll my spliffs
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With the extra easy whiters
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Papers to vapors
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Is what you'll all be catchin'
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Meanwhile I'll be snatchin'
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Up your hoes and all your dough
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The styles that I'll be kickin'
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You know they're finger lickin'
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Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim
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Only the offender
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I go out on a bender
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Drink a case of brew
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And then disgrace the crew
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But only if it's mickeys
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I never wear no dickeys
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Only wear the Levi's
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My whole family cries
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[Chorus]
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