HOUSE OF PAIN - Top O' The Morning To Ya lyrics

rate me

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 grill, I'm white and I ill

A decendant of dublin with titanic skill

I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken

Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'

On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'

On a fat blunt, what punk?, you don't know the half

Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh

These irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'

The house of pain is pumpin', start jumpin'

Freak it, funk it, back seat trunk it

If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it

Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg

It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg

But we can have a run off, the house of pain'll come off

We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off

The irish stylee, the celtic jazz

No one has it, just us that's it

If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly

I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily

You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head

Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man

You got no heart, here comes the good part

I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down

No fuckin' around

Home boy ya get clown like krusty, trust me

You shouldn't play, and by the way

Top o' the mornin' to ya

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(what's the hassle man? ) top o' the mornin' to ya (2x)

(hey, are you givin' us a hassle man? )

Greetin's, salutations

Peace to the nations of zulu and islam

Crack the bottle, rev the throttle

Put the gear in, now you're stearin'

Like mario antretti

So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked

Noise like a cricket

Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs

I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em

This is the house of pain, we're far from plain

But we're not fancy, ron and nancy

So just say no, but I say go

Straight to hell, I kiss and tell

So if you're a ho, all my friends know

What you gotta say, let's hit the hay

And have no delay, and yo, by the way

Top o' the mornin' to ya

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Extra extra, read all about it

How could ya doubt it?

Now scream and shout it!

The house of pain soon will reign

Over the hip hop scene in white, gold and green (colors of the Irish flag)

I rip shit and back flip like a jedi

I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet i

Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'

Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in'

And how do I know that she's *sprung*?

I know she's *sprung* cause yo, the t's hung like a

Shetland pony, gettin' *played* like sony

So never ever try to play me out like a phony

Cause I can get real thick like a *bowl of Malto Meal* (generic cereal brand)

And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya

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