House of Pain - On Point lyrics
[House of Pain - On Point lyrics]
Yeah, the House of Pain
I'm sick, demented i came and represented
I rose from the grave i had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down
'Cause the Glock they found was stolen
That's how I'm rollin'
Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
So I don't like Marky or the monarchy
Don't 'Start Me Up' like a Rolling Stone
I'll leave ya sulkin' like Macaulay
Culkin in 'Home Alone'
So Get a Grip like Steven Tyler
I used to trip with the Divine Styler
Back in the days there were Irish ways
And Irish laws, stand up for The Cause
When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man
Well it's the D to the A, double N, Y-B-O
Y? 'Cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day of rest, quick, run
Get your vest i'm down with the Hill 'cause
I still got the skill to turn the party out
It's all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors so
I might videotape her
I make a lot of papers so
I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull your card
Starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun, so the drama
You could save it!
Well it's the mad bum Russian
Funky with percussion from LA to Flushing
I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cut ya like the butcher
(But it ain't Joe the Biter)
The old rock a loop cause
I'm Super like Schneider
When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man
I'm ill, retarded so don't get me started
I might lose my cool you'll lose if we duel
'Cause I can stomp a hole in
The soul of a punk
With the rhymes in my head and
The beats in my trunk
I got skill kid and I'm gonna milk it
For all it's worth
I'm gettin' mines on Earth
So step to the next head
Or like Sadat X said
'He's gone and that's how
It's supposed to be'
Don't stand so close to me 'cause
When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man
I'm sick, demented i came and represented
I rose from the grave i had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down
'Cause the Glock they found was stolen
That's how I'm rollin'
Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
So I don't like Marky or the monarchy
Don't 'Start Me Up' like a Rolling Stone
I'll leave ya sulkin' like Macaulay
Culkin in 'Home Alone'
So Get a Grip like Steven Tyler
I used to trip with the Divine Styler
Back in the days there were Irish ways
And Irish laws, stand up for The Cause
When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man
Well it's the D to the A, double N, Y-B-O
Y? 'Cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day of rest, quick, run
Get your vest i'm down with the Hill 'cause
I still got the skill to turn the party out
It's all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors so
I might videotape her
I make a lot of papers so
I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull your card
Starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun, so the drama
You could save it!
Well it's the mad bum Russian
Funky with percussion from LA to Flushing
I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cut ya like the butcher
(But it ain't Joe the Biter)
The old rock a loop cause
I'm Super like Schneider
When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man
I'm ill, retarded so don't get me started
I might lose my cool you'll lose if we duel
'Cause I can stomp a hole in
The soul of a punk
With the rhymes in my head and
The beats in my trunk
I got skill kid and I'm gonna milk it
For all it's worth
I'm gettin' mines on Earth
So step to the next head
Or like Sadat X said
'He's gone and that's how
It's supposed to be'
Don't stand so close to me 'cause
When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man