House of Pain Anthem (original mix) - House of Pain

House Of Pain Anthem

I'm 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 don't dispute it

Constantly I'm suited

If ya got a gun then shoot it

Pick any beat I rock it

I'm 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 don't care if you're bigger

You try to con yourself you're bulletproof

But how ya figure?

The caps that I'll be poppin'

They'll have your body droppin'

You thought you knew the deal

But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin'

I'm moppin' up the comp

That's short for compitition

I write my lyrics like

The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen

The House Of Pain in effect, y'all

I say the House Of Pain is in effect

You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all

And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked

I'm a beer drinkin' fighter

The bike in Easy Rider

I only roll my spliffs

With the extra easy whiters

Papers to vapors

Is what you'll all be catchin'

Meanwhile I'll be snatchin'

Up your hoes and all your dough

The styles that I'll be kickin'

You know they're 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 it's mickeys

I never wear no dickeys

Only wear the Levi's

My whole family cries