blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain
the hoes all hot and sticky The House Of Pain is in full effect, yea I say the House Of Pain is in full effect You know the House Of Pain is in full
motherfucker Better pass me the mic So I can rock on And drop the styles I write I like hip-hop Ya don't stop And all that I rock the freak styles And
props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops Chorus I came to get down (2x) So get out your seats and jump around Jump around (3x) Jump up Jump up and
Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For
ya never make it And pretty soon you're open Butt naked So your ass starts to rob and steel Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal And now
weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and clothes, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got
dope cutsIf girls were around I'd grab and grope buttsAnd if she got a man and he tries to step upIt's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept upTryin to step
m cuttin' off his balls" And she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door They call her a killer and they call her a sinner and
baddest, house on the hill My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still VERSE: Divine Styler VERSE: Cockni O'Dire I said take me from your House of Pain
strictly economic So pour the jinn and tonic Pump the Tony Bennet If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm runnin' up in it I'll make ya hot and spicy like some
the crew I'm always gettin' high, I saw my man die Now I got the work and the dough, 25 grand and a 5 keys of blow I gotta' relocate and start all
homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the break of dawn Excuse me (six minutes) Everlast you on And it go on and on like a rolling
down with the Syndicate and they're down with meI'm also down with Divine, Bilal and Quincy D.Tairrie B., DJ Lethal and my brother Kool NickKid Jazz, Scratch, Bango and
low But now you know Cause you're John Doe In a black bag A tag on your toe I built the House I felt the Pain You're victimized But got no one
' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and clothes, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got