Lletres: House Of Pain. Fine Malt. Shamrocks And Shenanigans.

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I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me, senora
Are you a hore or are you a lady?
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?

Let me know hon, the deed'll get done
Just assume the position, I'll take my rod
And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'
I'm always in the knowin'
When it comes to givin' pleasure
I'm every woman's treasure

I came to work your body, so let me do my job
I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off
'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot
Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot

I never been a front, I never a fraud
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord
'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed
I always got my gun but I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon 'Boom Sha Lock Lock'

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Everybody
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Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
I know ya think I have but, yo, I never heard of ya

Just because you heard of me, kid
Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid
I'll put you in the dirt and leave your ass for dead
When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed

'Cause I'm the 55 Cadillac king
It ain't nothing, my cargo ring
We'll bust you in the crib
I got the skill, you gots to chill
'Cause I bring doom
I got the boom sha lock lock boom

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Everybody
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A little louder

A preacher in the dirt
A preacher in the dirt
A preacher in the dirt

I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
I rock all mikes, I last all night
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine stunts
Step up, bo, I'll knock out your gold fronts

Everlast, that's my name
My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame
'The House Of Pain's' the name of my clip
You can't be down, punk, get off my dick

You make me sick, like Strawberry Quik
Your style is wack, you ain't the mac
So yo, step back, get off the crack
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom

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Everybody
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A little louder

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Everybody
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Alright now
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A little louder

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Everybody
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Alright now
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A little louder

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Alright now
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Everybody
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