Top O' The Morining To Ya - House Of Pain

She won't come  just when you want it 
Ya see  I'm Irish  but I'm not a leprechaun 
You wanna fight  then step up and we'll get it on 
You gotta right to the grill  I'm white and I ill 
A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill 
I ducked and I swing  next thing your jaw's broken 
Punk I ain't jokin'  you can bet you'll be chokin' 
On a fist full a nothin'  meanwhile I'll be puffin' 
On a fat blunt  run punk, you don't know the half 
Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh 
These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin' 
The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' 
Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it 
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it 
Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg 
It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg 
But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off 
We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off 
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz 
No one has it, just us that's it 
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly 
I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily 
You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head 
Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man 
You got no heart, here comes the good part 
I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down 
No fuckin' around 
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me 
You shouldn't play, and by the way 
Top o' the mornin' to ya 

Chorus 
(What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (2x) 
(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) 

Greetins, salutaions 
Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam 
Crack the bottle, rev the throttle 
Put the gear in, now you're stearin' 
Like Mario Andretti 
So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked 
Noise like a cricket 
Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs 
I'll keep layin' '