terror cause I'm evil as I stab, jab, and maim So check the groove of a dead man with black magic Rise from the grave, come alive and I'm tragic So
my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around, jump up and get down Jump around, jump around Jump up and
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and
to slime and gotten hard All the fish and whales are corpses on the scab In the darkness soldiers gnaw their tongues in pain, you see so help me God,
2X) All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And
pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house, it's like
son, she led the house to ruin and pain and still she haunt that place: Chutulu's spawn older then time and space themselves through the cellar floor it rises
Översättning: House Of Pain. House of Pain and the Rising Sun.
your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it And take ya for a ride to where I reside Put your face in my pillow, and have
props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops Chorus I came to get down (2x) So get out your seats and jump around Jump around (3x) Jump up Jump up and
Wayside, watch your backside White and black crime is what goes on And life goes on [Chorus] And life goes on [13x] And on and on till the break of dawn And
got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops Chorus I came to get down [x2] So get out your seats and jump around Jump around [x3] Jump up Jump up and
it all started, what're you, retarded You're startin' to trip from that Jheri curl drip Soakin' in your brain, the House Of Pain Is causin' pain, and feelin' pain
Wayside, watch your backside White and black crime is what goes on And life goes on Chorus And life goes on (13x) And on and on till the break of dawn And
got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops Chorus I came to get down (2x) So get out your seats and jump around Jump around (3x) Jump up Jump up and
cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it And take ya for a ride to where I reside Put your face in my pillow, and
like Bruce Willis What I mean is you die slow from the hands of true killers Know these two villains, Lil' Free and Cron Gotti Don like John Gotti, with