House of Pain — Shamrocks and Shenanigans

[Verse 1: Everlast] I kicks the flavor, like Stephen King writes horror If I was a Jew then I'd light a Menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me, Señora Are you a whore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyer or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishing, I'll get your river flowing I'm always in the knowing When it comes to giving pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhyming skill paid off Cause now I'm making records, now I'm making tapes Steady busting suckers in bunches like grapes Making all the papes, scooping up the loot Putting suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never been a fraud I got a natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom shalock lock boom [Chorus] (boom shalock lock boom) - alright now (Boom shalock lock boom) - a little louder (Boom shalock lock boom) - everybody (Boom shalock lock boom) - alright now [Verse 2: Danny Boy] Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit you like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around with D, you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, D's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the '55 Cadillac king It ain't no thing, my Claddagh ring Will bust you in the grill I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom I got the boom shalock lock boom [Chorus] [Verse 3: Everlast] I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mics, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine stunts Step up bo, I'll knock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clique You can't get down, punk? Get off my dick You make me sick, like Strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mack So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom shalock lock boom [Chorus]