HOUSE OF PAIN - Over There Shit lyrics

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Ladies and gentlemen (2x)<br><br>Here's the new shit I'm on<br>We can all get along<br>But if ya step to me wrong<br>I'm gonna bang ya like a gong<br>And I don't need a gang to do it<br>I creep solo<br>Beat ya till ya dead<br>Put out ya freakin head<br>That's how I do<br>Because I'm sick like dat<br>And you'll get kicked like dat<br>If ya fakin' the funk<br>I got a trunk full of beats<br>And a head full of rhymes<br>I got stains on my sheets<br>From all the good times<br>That I spent with ya hookers<br>Some were good lookers<br>And some were just stunts<br>After too many blunts<br>Ya got ya arm around ya girl<br>But don't make me laugh kid<br>Gettin steam pressured<br>Your girl's schemin' on the grafted<br>Jail faced celt<br>Backed up<br>Catch a welt<br>From the buckle<br>Of my belt<br>Now tell me how that felt<br><br>Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x)<br>I'm on some milky I don't care shit<br>I don't care...<br><br>It's the return of the livin dead<br>Put all concerned to bed<br>I'm alive and kickin'<br>Ask any girl I'm stickin<br>Back once again<br>I never shot the heroin<br>Or hit the glass pipe<br>Ass wipe<br>Stop the rumor<br>I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon<br>I'll leave your shit all swollen<br>Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin'<br>The soul assassainator'll<br>Get ya open like a crator<br>I'm down with psycho vader<br>Cause I'm flava' like a plate a'<br>Corn beef and cabbage<br>I'm a savage on the set<br>Don't do nuthin' you'll regret<br>Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water<br>I'm out for slaughter<br>Cops lock up your daughter<br><br>Chorus<br><br>I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya<br>If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya<br>We got the funkdoobie in the house<br>With the mickey mouse<br>I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse<br>I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft<br>I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off<br>Pullin' on the trigger<br>Ain't nuthin brave<br>But I'm a sick fucker<br>Like a red-neck trucker<br>And I just might buck ya down<br>You're starin' down my barrel<br>So ya jump around<br>Ya try to get away<br>But I'm too quick to pull<br>So don't try to gas me<br>Punk, my tank's full<br>I ain't got the time<br>I don't need the fuel<br>Punk we can duel<br>I'll take ya ass to school<br>Then break down the lesson<br>Here's the pop quiz<br>I get's top billin'<br>You can ask iz<br><br>Chorus