HOUSE OF PAIN

HOUSE OF PAIN - Fed Up lyrics

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Lord have mercy<br>Lord have mercy<br>I got demons running through my slate<br>They like to creep when my thoughts get deep<br>Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in<br>And manifest itself in the form of a sin<br>If I was rin tin tin I'd rip the skin off of lassie<br>The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me<br>You high on gas like a rastaman bought it<br>Don't set it off kid and get me started<br>Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed<br>But momma's still crying asking God why in<br>The world could you take her only child<br>When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild<br>To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble<br>You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble<br>Then word to bryant gumble I'm a live for today<br>And God bless the man that steps in my way<br>Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted<br>So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic<br>Pull out your heater kid spit your razor<br>And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya<br>Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent<br>You can play the child kid I'll play the parent<br>Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling<br>But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin<br><br>Chorus<br>Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen'<br>I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'<br>Dead up too many crews be frontin'<br>I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'<br>Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin'<br>I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'<br>Dead up too many crews be frontin'<br>I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'<br><br>Lord have some mercy on my soul<br><br>Now why everybody making shit that's unreal<br>Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal<br>Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel<br>Kids be going out for the record deal<br>So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap<br>Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat<br>But don't snap cause this ain't hbo<br>Kid you got no benz plus you got no dough<br>While you say that though you trying to gain that ho<br>Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know<br>I don't need mtv to make no bucks<br>I rock styles that make you say ¡°ah who dat waz? ¡±<br>Who that was is the man of all hours<br>Sending all star players straight back to the showers<br>Fake hard rocks are really just cowards<br>I master dub plates like my name's herb powers<br>I getcha open like hunting season<br>I make papers don't front on the reason<br>Cause I'm seizing up every day<br>You say carpe diem I call em like I see em<br><br>Chorus 3

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