House of Pain - Choose Your Poison lyrics
[House of Pain - Choose Your Poison lyrics]
(Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers)
I say hey now c'mon ya'll
If there's money in your pocket
And your walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar
And get your poison chose
And drink it old school style
In your B-Boy pose i get off Mad flows
Like a pack of eskimo's
On the dog sled in the blizzard
Cause I'm the wizard of (oz)
Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set
And you steppin' to me is
Just an empty threat something I can't sweat
Kid, you never see my worry
I've never been caught
But my hands may be dirty 5 years from 30
Come check my age if ya can't pop
Simply turn the page and I'll engage
Wit that kid thats been swiftless
Stickin to the roof of your
Mouth like some chippin peanut butter
Ya know know my style's butter
Cause every word I utter
Rock's the sky's from the gutter
I make ya shudder when I rock your soul
I do dames the way I like
I get mike's controlled well if ya get bold
Well then ya get bit
Cause your knowledge is a trick
Kid, It's makin me sick
I'm Danny Boy with the Hard Core style
I'll punch you suckers in the
Mouth like a root canal (Root Canal)
You get me started and I'm hard to stop
I got 45 calibers ready to pop
And when I pop off you drop off
You get blown out the frame
Cause the more shit change
The more things stay the same
And I got no respect for your area
From Brooklyn to Dublin
I keep your ass fumblin'
Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta
Brooklyn heart breaker
House of Pain pimp money maker
I got rhymes finesse i got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace i got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads
I got rhymes for skins i got rhymes
Kid your crew ain't got no wins
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed
I'll kill you all
Just like I was the small pox
I'll kill ya livestock
Just like I was anthrax come see me live
Then crazy like the Band says
I say hey now c'mon ya'll
If there's money in your pocket
And your walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar
And get your poison chose
And drink it old school style
In your B-Boy pose i get off Mad flows
Like a pack of eskimo's
On the dog sled in the blizzard
Cause I'm the wizard of (oz)
Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set
And you steppin' to me is
Just an empty threat something I can't sweat
Kid, you never see my worry
I've never been caught
But my hands may be dirty 5 years from 30
Come check my age if ya can't pop
Simply turn the page and I'll engage
Wit that kid thats been swiftless
Stickin to the roof of your
Mouth like some chippin peanut butter
Ya know know my style's butter
Cause every word I utter
Rock's the sky's from the gutter
I make ya shudder when I rock your soul
I do dames the way I like
I get mike's controlled well if ya get bold
Well then ya get bit
Cause your knowledge is a trick
Kid, It's makin me sick
I'm Danny Boy with the Hard Core style
I'll punch you suckers in the
Mouth like a root canal (Root Canal)
You get me started and I'm hard to stop
I got 45 calibers ready to pop
And when I pop off you drop off
You get blown out the frame
Cause the more shit change
The more things stay the same
And I got no respect for your area
From Brooklyn to Dublin
I keep your ass fumblin'
Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta
Brooklyn heart breaker
House of Pain pimp money maker
I got rhymes finesse i got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace i got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads
I got rhymes for skins i got rhymes
Kid your crew ain't got no wins
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed
I'll kill you all
Just like I was the small pox
I'll kill ya livestock
Just like I was anthrax come see me live
Then crazy like the Band says