Son Doobie - House and the Rising Sun lyrics

Artist: House of Pain Album: House of Pain Song: House and the Rising Sun [Verse 1: Everlast] I rock the ill sh**, ya know I k** sh** And then I build sh**, get off my dillsnick Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back I kick my sh** one time through, f** the playback I go off my head, you know I shave my sh** And ya don't quit, I say you 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 therefore 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 s**ual peak, young lady Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Dueler Don't ya f** 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 That's what it is y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) (4x) [Verse 2: Son Doobie] Smooth like Beretta, quicker than a Jettta You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies Bitin' on my sh**, I have to say haybee Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles Follow, swallow, the funky pa** the bottle Cause I get recked 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 Dooby 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 [Verse 3: Everlast] I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess 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** ya gonna do? (Nothing) I rip sh**, k** it, cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your a** 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 bu*t, wax that a** Bust a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef Chorus (2x)