House and the Rising Sun

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Everlast] I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit And then I build shit, get off my dillsnick 'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back I kick my shit one time through, fuck the playback I go off my head, you 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 tarter on your teeth, homeboy, ya got beef Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke The House of Pain is kickin' up dirt And 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 Dueler Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler Just like a nun from a Catholic school I'll make ya drool and play the fool Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my beer Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile Everlast is my name, I'm from the House of Pain You know that I never play the punk role 'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul [Chorus: Everlast] That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) [Verse 2: Son Doobie] Smooth like Beretta, quicker than a Jettta You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter Baby, maybe, I heard ya caught the rabies Bitin' on my shit, I have to say maybe Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow 'Cause I've 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'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it Some say I'm kiddin', but right at this minute I'll freak it, I'll funk it, and like a country bumpkin From Alberquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey? Ready, serve, entertain like Merv Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv The Doobie funk fellow, smooth like a jello Some say mellow, complicated like a dello The Rican who's speakin' Freaks it every weekend 'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I used to drive a Lincoln Drivin', speedin', hey rid, I'm readin' I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton [Chorus: Son Doobie] That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) [Verse 3: Everlast] I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? ("Nothing") I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it And take ya for a ride to where I reside Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow I tax that butt, wax that ass Bust a nut in your teeth And then wait for you to beef [Chorus: Everlast] That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is