| Step to this Irish mac daddy
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| I’ll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag
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| With the whole crew we’ll take you for a long ride
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| Little did you know you on the wrong side, son
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| I got the gun and I’m not scared to use it
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| Put your life on the line, homeboy you lose it
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| That how it goes, homes
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| I blow domes when I rock mircophones
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| I can get swift to the riff from an old jam
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| I’m wise like an old man and don’t take shit from no clan
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| Or crew, or gang, or crew, or club
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| Wack MC’s tryin' to rhyme it with my dub
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| Fuck the bullshit, the piece gets pulled quick
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| Fourteen pulls on my trigger, that’s the whole clip
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| And if there’s anyone still standin' thinkin' that their runnin’shit
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| They can come and get some of this
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| Come and get some of this
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| Come and get some of this over here
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| If not, stand clear and you got nothin' to fear
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| I’m livin' in a state of grace and it’s a fucked up place
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| I’ll put my gun in your face
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| If you set up you’ll get broke up
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| It’s no joke, blood
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| I write rhymes, drink beer, fight, smoke bud
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| That’s all I do, it’s all I need
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| I buck down a little sucker just to watch him bleed
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| That’s my style, it’s how I do my thing
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| This is the House Of Pain and I’m the king
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| I come real with it, can ya deal with it
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| Or will ya run for shelter, though you barely felt the
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| House Of Pain in full effect, and if you come with disrespect
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| You can: |