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 a lot 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 me 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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The House of Pain is 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 is 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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