Top O' the Morning to Ya

"She won't come, just when you want it.." Ya see I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun You want to fight, then step up and we'll get it on You'll get a right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A descendant of Dublin with titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken Punk I ain't jokin, you can bet you'll be chokin on a fist full of nuttin, meanwhile I'll be puffin on a fat blunt, what punk? You don't know the half Tryin to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh These Irish eyes are smilin, I'm buckwhylin The House of Pain is pumpin, start jumpin Freak it, funk it, back seat trunk it If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin it Then you'll get a beatin just like an egg It's so hard to run when you got a broken leg But we can have a run off, the House of Pain'll come off We got the cake that you're tryin to get a crumb off The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz No one has it, just us that's it If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily You call me a skinhead, I call you a pin head Yo, where you been man, just like the Tin Man you got no heart, here comes the good part I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck 'em down No fuckin around, homeboy ya get clowned like Krusty Trust me, you shouldn't play.. and by the way Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "Hey, are you givin us a hassle man?" Greetings, salutations Peace to the Nations of Zulu and Islam Crack the bottle, rev the throttle Put the gear in, now you're steerin like Mario Andretti, so let me kick it cause I can make a wicked - noise like a cricket Rubbin his legs, my rhymes are like eggs Allah'll keep layin em, I'll keep sayin em This is the House of Pain, we're far from plain But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy So "Just Say No, " but I say go straight to Hell, I kiss and tell So if you're a hoe, all my friends know What you gotta say? Let's hit the hay And have no delay, and yo, by the way.. Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "Hey, are you givin us a hassle man?" Extra extra, read all about it How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it! The House of Pain, soon will reign over the Hip-Hop scene in white gold and green I rip shit and backflip like a Jedi I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend hoein And how do I know that she's sprung? I know she's sprung cause yo, the T's hung.. like a Shetland pony, gettin paid like Sony So never ever try to play me out like a phony Cause I can get real thick like a bowl of Malt-O-Meal And by the way.. Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "What's the hassle man?" Top o' the mornin to ya.. "Hey, are you givin us a hassle man?"

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