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Over There Shit Lyrics House Of Pain

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House Of Pain - Over There Shit Songtext

Here's the new shit I'm on
we can all get along
but if ya step to me wrong
I'm a' bang ya like a gong
And I don't need a gang to do it
I creep solo
Beat ya till your dead
Put out your freaken head
That's how I do it cause I'm sick like that
You can kick like that if your fakin the funk
I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets from all the good times
that I slept wit your hookers
some your good lookers
but some were just stunts after too many blunts
Ya got your arm around your girl
but don't make me laugh kid
gettin steamed cause your girls schemin
on the grafted
jail faced celt
back up catch a welt
from the buckle of my belt
now tell me how that felt

(chorus)Ooh, I'm on some over there shit
Ooh, I'm on some over there shit
Ooh, I'm on some over there shit
I'm on some OD, I don't care shit

It's the return of the living dead
Put all concerns to bed
I'm alive and kickin
Ask any girl I'm sticken
Back once again I never shot the heroin
Or hit the glass pipe ass wipe stop the rumor
I'll kill ya like a tumor in your coloe
I'll leave your shit all swollen
Get off my dick cause thicks how I'm rollin
The soul assasinator get ya open like a crator
I'm down with psychobator cause I'm flavor like a plate a
Corn beef or cabbage I'm a savage on the set
Don't do nothin you'll regret cause you'll wind up gettin wet
like water
I'm out soda pops so lock up your daughter

(chorus)

I rock a payed style cause freed damage ya
If ya play me close punk I'm gonna damage ya
We got the funkdoobie in the house
with the mickey mouse
I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in your blouse
I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft
I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off
pullin on the trigger, ain't nothin brave
but I'm a sick fucker like a red neck trucker
and I just might buck ya down
ya stare into my barrel and ya jump around
You try to get away but I'm too quick to pull
don't try to gas me punk my tank's full
I ain't got the time, I don't need the fuel
Punk we can duel
I'll take your ass to school
And brake down the lesson
Here's the pop quiz,
I gets top billin
You can ask Giz

(chorus)
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