House Of Pain

House Of Pain - X Files lyrics

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Then praise your God
 If Islams your thing Allah U Akbar
 And if you represent the six pointed star
 Then my Heebs back home told me to say Shalom
 I put grooves in the mix
 I make moves like the Knicks
 And take ya straight up the lane
 I block out the frame
 And then I freeze it
 Believe it
 You need it like Heron
 Before you get ya fight on
 Kid  get your stare on
 Here come the Dondada making ghettos red hotta
 I drop the boom bata like Jake Lamatta
 I can single you out
 And isolate ya like Mono
 Im undefeated like Rocky Marciano
 Hit ya right below the belt
 Now ya singing saprano
 Talk what ya talk still you dont know what I know


 Some fiend for ass
 Some fiend for cash
 Some do the knowledge
 Some do the math
 Some stick to the road
 Some stray from the path
 Some do the knowledge
 Some do the math

 Now East Coast
 Money, whats the beef
 Its goin down rough like swallowin teeth
 I say word to Dim Lizzy
 Kid I gets busy
 And Ill knock all of y'all off this Wonderwall
 Cause on a daily basis
 I rock like Oasis
 Bit the Beatles style from a fetus to a child
 I kill fourteen billion cells puffin' L's
 Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell
 Check the transmission
 Hear the transition
 Observe the technition
 INFI(?) Nightvision
 Ya hot like reels
 I lace my drug deals
 As you scheme to check feels
 On chicks in high heels
 Its all bright and sunny
 When ya holdin' big money
 Buy my Sonics got Youth
 Plus my Muds got Honey
 I can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge away
 Heres a little black spot on a sunny day
 But y'all dont care if my souls up there
 So come on and feel the sting from the true Pain King
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Author: Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music


Released in: 1996

Language: English

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