: grind! grind! skate til i die grind! grind! fuck all the authority! fuck everyone! grind! grind, skate ,smash , gash fall ! chorus (im falling down
away. Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May. Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head. Malted milk, malted milk
: Heart beat low heat no heat at all Question unanswered and I recall Haves that have no qualms what arses they lick In taking their pick) Doesn't It
: Yo, the time has come for everyone to clean up their own backyard Before they go knocking on their neighbour's door The House of Pain is cleaning up
: I rip shit like a bow when I flow When I score points with the joints that I throw Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see I break backs, make tracks and
: Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and
: She won't come, just when you want it Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right
: He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain (2x) I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit And then I build shit, get off my dills nit Cause
: I got the skills to pay the bills I don't pop pills but I send chills Up your spine when I rhyme I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it Sippin' on
: Yea, check it out now Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the
: Remember when the shit hit the fan and the man wanted to know which way you ran? (Life goes on) (4x) Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn I got
: 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
: Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got Bo, Duke and Daisy goin' to go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars... I don't need a glock
: Step to this Irish mac daddy I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride Little did you know
: 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
: Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be Like a bird in a tree
: (Gets all my love) (4x) Pick up the pace, keep it, freak it Can ya keep a secret, so can I Why ask why, try Bud dry, I get fly smokin' a thai Puffin
