Текст песни Choose Your Poison - House of Pain
Bitches,
bitches,
bitches,
mutherfuckers
I
say
hey
now
c′mon
y'all
If
there′s
money
in
your
pocket
and
you're
walkin'
tall
Make
your
way
to
the
bar
and
get
your
poison
chose
And
drink
it
old
school
style
in
your
B-Boy
pose
I
get
off
Madd
flows
like
a
pack
of
Eskimo′s
On
the
dog
sled
in
the
blizzard
′cause
I'm
the
wizard
of
oz
Ah,
shit
I′m
gonna
wreck
ya
set
And
you
stepin'
to
me
is
just
an
empty
threat
Something
I
can′t
sweat,
kid,
you
never
see
my
worry
I've
never
been
caught
but
my
hands
may
be
dirty
5 years
from
30
come
check
my
age
If
ya
cant
pop
simply
turn
the
page
And
I′ll
engage
wit
that
kid
that's
been
shiftless
Stickin'
to
the
roof
of
your
mouth
like
some
chippin′
Peanut
butter,
ya
know
know
my
style′s
butter
'Cause
every
word
I
utter
rock′s
the
sky's
from
the
gutter
I
make
ya
shudder
when
I
rock
your
soul
I
do
dames
the
way
I
like,
I
get
mike′s
controlled
And
if
ya
get
bold
well
then
ya
get
bit
'Cause
your
knowledge
is
a
trick,
kid,
it′s
makin'
me
sick
I
say
hey
now
c'mon
y′all
If
there′s
money
in
your
pocket
and
you're
walkin′
tall
Make
your
way
to
the
bar
and
get
your
poison
chose
And
drink
it
old
school
style
in
your
B-Boy
pose
Hey
now
c'mon
y′all
If
there's
money
in
your
pocket
and
you′re
walkin'
tall
Make
your
way
to
the
bar
and
get
your
poison
chose
And
drink
it
old
school
style
in
your
B-Boy
pose
I'm
Danny
Boy
with
the
Hard
Core
style
I′ll
punch
you
suckers
in
the
mouth
like
a
root
canal
You
get
me
started
and
I′m
hard
to
stop
I
got
45
calibers
ready
to
pop
And
when
I
pop
off,
you
drop
off
You
get
blown
out
the
frame
'cause
the
more
shit
change
The
more
things
stay
the
same
and
I
got
no
respect
for
your
area
From
Brooklyn
to
Dublin,
I
keep
your
ass
fumblin′
'Cause
I′m
the
fuckin'
ball
busta
Brooklyn
heart
breaker
House
of
Pain
pimp
money
maker
I
say
hey
now
c′mon
y'all
If
there's
money
in
your
pocket
and
you′re
walkin′
tall
Make
your
way
to
the
bar
and
get
your
poison
chose
And
drink
it
old
school
style
in
your
B-Boy
pose
Hey
now
c'mon
y′all
If
there's
money
in
your
pocket
and
you′re
walkin'
tall
Make
your
way
to
the
bar
and
get
your
poison
chose
And
drink
it
old
school
style
in
your
B-Boy
pose
I
got
rhymes
finese,
I
got
rhymes
galore
I
got
rhymes
for
peace,
I
got
rhymes
for
war
I
got
rhymes
for
heads,
I
got
rhymes
for
skins
I
got
rhymes,
kid
your
crew
ain′t
got
no
wins
So
step
up
if
you
wanna
get
your
head
cracked
Run
up
if
you
wanna
get
your
skull
knocked
Play
the
hard
rock
baby
get
your
ears
boxed
I'll
kill
you
all
just
like
I
was
the
small
pox
I'll
kill
ya
livestock
Just
like
I
was
anthrax
Come
see
me
live
Then
crazy
like
the
Band
Sax
I
say
hey
now
c′mon
y′all
If
there's
money
in
your
pocket
and
you′re
walkin'
tall
Make
your
way
to
the
bar
and
get
your
poison
chose
And
drink
it
old
school
style
in
your
B-Boy
pose
Hey
now
c′mon
y'all
If
there′s
money
in
your
pocket
and
you're
walkin'
tall
Make
your
way
to
the
bar
and
get
your
poison
chose
And
drink
it
old
school
style
in
your
B-Boy
pose
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