Get up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the
Step to this Irish mac daddy I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride Little did you know you
Meanwhile back at the ranch We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see boss Hogg Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars I don't need a glock 'cause I
Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and
Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back I got the skills to pay the bills I don't pop pills but I send chills
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood take me out you never could Act up in my neighbourhood you better not my aim is good The house of pain is not a gang just
Gets all my love Gets all my love Gets all my love Gets all my love Pick up the pace, keep it, freak it Can ya keep a secret, so can I Why ask why, try
Peckerwood, Peckerwood, tell me your tale Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be? Like a bird in a tree on
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
Check it out, everybody in the house, check it out The House of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, pecker wood, redneck cracker White bread
The house of pain The house of pain The house of pain Yo, the time has come For everyone to clean up their own backyard Before they go knocking on their
Alright, now Boom sha lock lock boom Boom sha lock lock boom Boom sha lock lock boom Boom sha lock lock boom I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes
He who breaks the law goes back to the house of pain (2x) I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit And then I build shit, get off my dills nit Cause
I rip shit like a bow when I flow When I score points with the joints that I throw 'Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see I break backs, make tracks and
Yea, check it out now everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers
Remember when the shit hit the fan And the man wanted to know which way you ran? Life goes on Life goes on Life goes on Life goes on Back it up, smack
blues away Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head Malted milk, malted
And I've been so busy trying getting by just simply "trying" that I've only wound up living weekend to weekend And I should be out looking for a job left
