One For The Road - House Of Pain

Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house  check it out! 
The House Of Pain is in full effect 
Call me the corn fed  peckerwood  redneck cracker 
White bread  shit kickin' Irish beat jacker 
Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel 
Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil 
But that's just because they don't know what I know 
And that's just because they can't flow like I flow 
I rip shit  dip shit, so what you gotta say 
Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay 
And knock your motherfucking fronts out 
Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out 
I turn the little scunts out 
And I got the hookers callin' me pops 
Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props 
I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen 
I bed the wenches cause you know I'm a pagan 
The House Of Pain, that's the name of my crew 
You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do 
Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin' 
You need to start puffin' and relax 
Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed 
For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho 
My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show 

Chorus 

Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house 
I said Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house 
One for the road, this is one for the road 
For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road 
Tura lura lura, tura lura li 
Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby 
No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night 
The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight 
Step up, your blood, I spill it 
Put on the beat, I kill it 
I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet 
Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color's green 
But I'll beat ya black and blue, cause I'm always with my crew 

Chorus 2X