Lyrics House of Pain Anthem - House of Pain
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
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
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