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Tytuł: Choose Your Poison

  • Wykonawca: House Of Pain
  • Wy¶wietleń: 453
(Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers)
  
  [Chorus]
  
  I say hey now c'mon ya'll
  If there's money in your pocket
  And your walkin tall
  make your way to the bar
  And get your poison chose
  And drink it old school style
  In your B-Boy pose
  
  I get off Madd flows
  Like a pack of eskimo's
  On the dog sled in the blizzard
  Cause I'm the wizard of (oz)
  Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set
  And you stepin to me is just an emty threat
  Something I cant sweat
  Kid, you never see my worry
  I've never been caught
  But my hands may be dirty
  5 years from 30
  Come check my age
  If ya cant pop
  Simply turn the page
  And I'll engage
  Wit that kid thats been swiftless
  Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin
  Peanut butter
  Ya know know my style's butter
  Cause every word I utter
  Rock's the sky's from the gutter
  I make ya shudder
  When I rock your soul
  I do dames the way I like
  I get mike's controlled
  Well if ya get bold
  Well then ya get bit
  Cause your knowlege is a trick
  Kid, It's makin me sick
  
  [Chorus (x 3)]
  
  I'm Danny Boy
  With the Hard Core style
  I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal (Root Canal!)
  You get me started and I'm hard to stop
  I got 45 caliburs ready to pop
  And when I pop off
  You drop off
  You get blown out the frame
  Cause the more shit change
  The more things stay the same
  And I got no respect for your area
  From Brooklyn to Dublin
  I keep your ass fumblin'
  Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta
  Brooklyn heart breaker
  House of Pain pimp money maker
  
  [Chorus (x 2)]
  
  I got rhymes finese
  I got rhymes galore
  I got rhymes for peace
  I got rhymes for war
  I got rhymes for heads
  I got rhymes for skins
  I got rhymes
  Kid your crew aint got no wins
  So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
  Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
  Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed
  I'll kill you all
  Just like I was the small pox
  I'll kill ya livestock
  just like I was anthrax
  Come see me live
  Then crazy like the Band Sax
  
  [Chorus (x 2)]