House Of Pain - X-Files Lyrics

If Jesus is your lord then praise your God And if Islahms your thing Allah uh akbah and if you represent the six pointed star then my hebs back home told me say shalom I put the groove in the micks I make moves like the Knicks take it straight up the lane I'll block out the frame then I freeze it believe it you need it like herone before you get your fight on kid get your stare on here come the dime dotter making ghettos red hotter I drop the boom bota like jake Lamotta I could single you out and isolate you like mona I;m undefeated like Rocky Marciono hit ya right bellow thbelt now your singing saprono Talk what ya talk still you don'y know what i know (Chorus) some fien for ass some fien for cash some do the knowledge some do the math some stick to the road some stray from the path some do the knowledge some do the math (very quiet) some knowledge some math Now East coast west coast money was the beef It's going down rough like swollowing teeth I say word to thin lizzy kid I get buisy and I'll nock all of ya'll off this wonder wall cause on a daily basis I rock like oasis fit to beat your style from a fetus to a child I killed 14 billion cells puffing L's stomping devils on all nine levels of hell check the transmition here the transition observe the technition in FI- night vision ya hot like reels I lace my drug deals As you skeem to check feels on chicks in high heels It's all bright and sunny when your holding big money but my sonics got you pluss my mud got honey I could be the king of grunge if I blow my spunge away theres a little black spot on the sun today but I don't care if my souls up there so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king (Chorus) House Of Pain Lyrics X-Files Lyrics