X Files - House Of Pain

Well if Jesus is your Lord 
Then praise your God 
If Islams your thing Allah U Akbar 
And if you represent the six pointed star 
Then my Heebs back home told me to say Shalom 
I put grooves in the mix 
I make moves like the Knicks 
And take ya straight up the lane 
I block out the frame 
And then I freeze it 
Believe it 
You need it like Heron 
Before you get ya fight on 
Kid  get your stare on 
Here come the Dondada making ghettos red hotta 
I drop the boom bata like Jake Lamatta 
I can single you out 
And isolate ya like Mono 
Im undefeated like Rocky Marciano 
Hit ya right below the belt 
Now ya singing saprano 
Talk what ya talk still you dont know what I know 

[CHORUS] 

Some fiend for ass 
Some fiend for cash 
Some do the knowledge 
Some do the math 
Some stick to the road 
Some stray from the path 
Some do the knowledge 
Some do the math 

Now East Coast 
Westcoast 
Money, whats the beef 
Its goin down rough like swallowin teeth 
I say word to Dim Lizzy 
Kid I gets busy 
And Ill knock all of y'all off this Wonderwall 
Cause on a daily basis 
I rock like Oasis 
Bit the Beatles style from a fetus to a child 
I kill fourteen billion cells puffin' L's 
Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell 
Check the transmission 
Hear the transition 
Observe the technition 
INFI(?) Nightvision 
Ya hot like reels 
I lace my drug deals 
As you scheme to check feels 
On chicks in high heels 
Its all bright and sunny 
When ya holdin' big money 
Buy my Sonics got Youth 
Plus my Muds got Honey 
I can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge away 
Heres a little black spot on a sunny day 
But y'all dont care if my souls up there 
So come on and feel the sting from the true Pain King!