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House Of Pain - Earthquake Songtext

I be breakin' the laws, breakin' the laws
All you wannabe hard rocks just pause
It's the MC host
Space ghost from the coast
With piggish white skin, kid, where you been
I got a blue eye, but my title ain't devil
I freak harmonies like my brothers was Neville
And I can rock free-old style
Eatin' crawdad stew
So whatcha wanna do
I'm comin' real soon to a theatre near you
So why don't you come critique me when I'm live on stage
'Cause I'm gonna break, I'm gonna break my
Rusty cage, my rusty cage
Watch the way I freak it when I bust my gauge
'Cause all that loud gun talk, it don't mean squat
If my tool get hot, I'm gonna burst your knot
And give it all I got, up in your wisdom slot
And Cutty Ranks couldn't stop her, from callin' me poppa
Big daddy jaw dropper
Mr. Heartbreaker
She leaves Mary Poppins, but she comes home Seka

CHORUS I:
Yes, yes, y'all, 'cause I'm so fly
And Everlast be the apple of your earth's eye
Yes, yes, y,all, 'cause we don't fake
And D-Style come to feel your earthquake

Socialize a little somethin'
And you sweatin' my style
Challeng my world
You wanna shell my mix
You wanna sit with my flesh
And reconize the tesh
Ya never seen this niggers best
A marrage, a nest
I hit your head with styles that are liquid
You drip this, sweat this
Perspired is desired, this wetness
You get from divine style
Spark this girl, chill
I see you got the love, the lust
So why dont you live my cosmos exodus
To my precous I'm a undress my message
Into my wisdom body to my wisdom method
You need a star for your cresent
I got a diablo brass for your atmosphere
My dope mathamatics are soak like Insin sincere
Uh, baby for my apparatus
I do justice to your physical
Annoint your aider
Never spendin your nobler
A hard slyle at stages
While the guard be sparkin' that indo seed
The Earth pieces be increasin' that need to be pleased
I represent the illest villans
And the worst of bad breeze
Ah baby, if you wanna fix my vision
You better come with subject of vision
I keep it real live, keep it real straight
To the Earthly feel this style Earthquake

CHORUS II:
Yes, yes, y'all, 'cause I'm so fly
And D-Style be the apple of your Earth's eye
Yes, yes, y'all, 'cause we don't fake
Everlast come feel your earthquake

My love is stronger than pride
My love's thicker than blood
My killer squad's in effect, nobody's livin' off hud
If your missile's a scud, I run the patriot game
I'll have you flippin' your wig
I'll put the clip in my sling
And cock the hammer back
Click-clack, put a hole in your back
The size of a plum
You can come get some
But my attitude's shitty, like G. Gordon Liddy
Take pity on a child that's been raised in the city

Chill.
From East to West
To maintain my rep
So many times
To assume my flow
I go mono, stereo
Or solo
You never know
Choose a flow
And I'll throw the phattest atom
I'm so hot, and so lost
And so far from the plan
I reflectulate the ladies
That be scannin'
My composition decircular
Hurtin' the mad opposition

CHORUS I
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