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House of Pain - Fed Up lyrics
Lord have mercy Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin Id rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Dont set it off kid and get me started Cause youre highly regarded when youre dearly departed But mommas still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You cant fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble Im a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebodys getting wetted So just keep your cool and everythings copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And minell still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check Im high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid Ill play the parent Cause Im a be responsible for your schooling But I wont change your diapers or do your car pooling Chorus Get up Ill break ya down a little something Im fed up its time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews be fronting Im fed up its time to go head hunting Get up Ill break ya down a little something Im fed up its time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews be fronting Im fed up its time to go head hunting Lord have some mercy on my soul Whoa whoa Now why everybody making shit thats unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how its supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or Im a make like the van and drop bomb on your gat But dont snap cause this aint HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I dont need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say Ah who dat waz? Who that was is the many boy I was sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my names Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers dont front on the reason Cause Im seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em Chorus x3 |
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