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From House Of Pain's album: Fine Malt

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

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Chorus

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

Chorus
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