Over There Shit

House Of Pain

Ladies and Gentlemen (2x) 

Here's the new shit I'm on 
We can all get along 
But if ya step to me wrong 
I'm gonna bang ya like a gong 
And I don't need a gang to do it 
I creep solo 
Beat ya till ya dead 
Put out ya freakin head 
That's how I do 
Because I'm sick like dat 
And you'll get kicked like dat 
If ya fakin' the funk 
I got a trunk full of beats 
And a head full of rhymes 
I got stains on my sheets 
From all the good times 
That I spent with ya Hookers 
Some were good lookers 
And some were just stunts 
After too many blunts 
Ya got ya arm around ya girl 
But don't make me laugh kid 
Gettin steam pressured 
Your girl's schemin' on the grafted 
Jail faced Celt 
Backed up 
Catch a welt 
From the buckle 
Of my belt 
Now tell me how that felt 

Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) 
I'm on some Milky I don't care shit 
I don't care... 

It's the return of the livin dead 
Put all concerned to bed 
I'm alive and kickin' 
Ask any girl I'm stickin 
Back once again 
I never shot the heroin 
Or hit the glass pipe 
Ass wipe 
Stop the rumor 
I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon 
I'll leave your shit all swollen 
Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin' 
The Soul Assassainator'll 
Get ya open like a crator 
I'm down with psycho vader 
cause I'm flava' like a plate a' 
Corn beef and cabbage 
I'm a savage on the set 
Don't do nuthin' you'll regret 
Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water 
I'm out for slaughter 
Cops lock up your daughter 

Chorus 

I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya 
If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya 
We got the FunkDoobie in the House 
With the Mickey Mouse 
I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse 
I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft 
I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off 
Pullin' on the trigger 
Ain't nuthin brave 
But I'm a sick fucker 
Like a red-neck trucker 
And I just might buck ya down 
You're starin' down my barrel 
So ya jump around 
Ya try to get away 
But I'm too quick to pull 
So don't try to gas me 
Punk, my tank's full 
I ain't got the time 
I don't need the fuel 
Punk we can duel 
I'll take ya ass to school 
Then break down the lesson 
Here's the pop quiz 
I get's top billin' 
You can ask Iz 

Chorus
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