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House of Pain - Shamrocks and Shenanigans [Boom Shalock Lock Boom/Butch Vig Mix] lyrics
I kicks the flava like Steven King writes horror If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah, I got rhymes for ya Excuse me senora, are you a whore or are you a lady Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position and I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off 'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never been a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord 'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom CHORUS Boom sha lock lock boom, all right now Boom sha lock lock boom, a little louder Boom sha lock lock boom, everybody Boom sha lock lock boom, all right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo, I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools T's the sharpest in the shed 'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king, It ain't no thing My car don't ring, we'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill 'Cause I bring doom I got the boom sha lock lock boom CHORUS I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mics, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bold I'll knock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House of Pain's the name of my clique You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quick Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom CHORUS |
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