House and the Rising Son lyrics

by

Everlast


[Verse 1: Everlast]
I rock the ill sh*t, ya know I kill sh*t
And then I build sh*t, get off my dillsnick
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my sh*t one time through, f*ck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my sh*t
And ya don't quit, I say ya don't quit
'Cause I'm the Prodigal Son
Ya get well done, just like a steak
'Gimme a Break! Like Nell Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy, ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House of Pain is kickin' up dirt
And if we're inside the jam, ya know we're liftin' up skirts
Grabbin' on the snatch, feelin' on the skin
I'm knockin' on your door, honey, let me in
'Cause I'm down with the "Freak Mode" baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Dueler
Don't ya f*ck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a Catholic school
I'll make ya drool and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the House of Pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul
[Chorus: Everlast]
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)

[Verse 2: Son Doobie]
Smooth like Beretta, quicker than a Jettta
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, maybe, I heard ya caught the rabies
Bitin' on my sh*t, I have to say maybe
Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funk, pass the bottle
'Cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my auto
I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin', but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it, and like a country bumpkin
From Alberquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey?
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
The Doobie funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin'
Freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin'
I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton
[Chorus: Son Doobie]
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)

[Verse 3: Everlast]
I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mass hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the f*ck ya gonna do? ("Nothing")
I rip sh*t, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that butt, wax that ass
Bust a nut in your teeth
And then wait for you to beef

[Chorus: Everlast]
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is)
That's what it is, y'all, that's what it is
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