House of Pain — Legend Lethal Dose Remix

[Verse 1: Everlast] I walk through the Valley of Death, 600 deep Waking up dead from the sleep Just like a diamond watch me shine Bright like the sun Make you want to pull a gun And buck two shots for the Peckerwood rocking Put down your Glock for your block I'll be knocking dead off your shoulders, heads'll roll The Peckerwood P-funk assassin of soul Is in control, so have no fear I'm in this for real, make it crystal clear I get a little better each and every year It's called improvement, your style’s bowel movement I'm taking you back to Malcolm McLaren My whole family's stoned but there ain't one Sharon So whatcha looking at, huh, why you staring? Just take a picture before I have to hit ya Ease back kid, gimme some space Or "Whoomp (There It Is!)" upside your face [Chorus: Everlast] Cause a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich And a legend ain't nothing but a car So shoot dope in your veins and get some fame And maybe one day you'll be a star You know a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich And a legend ain't nothing but a car So go blow out your brains to get some fame And maybe one day you'll be a star [Verse 2: Everlast] I live in a house and it's full of pain But still I refrain from going insane I stay "On Point" like a sniper Chilling in the Viper Room before it became a tomb Take the low road and you hit rock bottom and keep low riding All the way to Sodom and back to Gomorrah Now your senora Is a pillar of salt and it's all your fault Get your S&M downtown at The Vault Dirty little fuck-up raising hell But next year we'll all talk about how you fell Cause you're judged on how your records sell [Chorus: Everlast] Cause a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich And a legend ain't nothing but a car So get locked up in chains to get some fame And maybe one day you'll be a star A hero ain't nothing but a sandwich And a legend ain't nothing but a car So go blow out your brains like Kurt Cobain Maybe one day you'll be a star (4x) [Verse 3: Everlast] Let's break it down to the bare root essence Count your fingers and then count your blessings True confessions, ask the questions Substitute your answers with your obsessions I take to the break of dawn of time I do it all the time But yo, it don't come easy Cause I turn on the TV And see more and more pain and less and less glory And it's the same old story You see year after year, the programs fear But I ain't subscribing till there's live executions On pay-per-view Word to Donahue put on Melrose Place "Whoomp (There It Is!)" upside your face!