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
pub And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it And
Traduzione: House Of Pain. Casa E Il Figlio Rising.
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
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
magnificent, roaster, who's the man? Run down and low to the promised land No compromise on my rise Strappin in mad biddly beats, nothin capsized So go
Valhalla And the battle began God against giant And giant against god The brave armies clashed After a long battle Both giants and gods Laid on the ground Never to rise
the lab the Ac' plus the queen spot Once you see me drop this 100, miles and running Blow me out the spot, not, but quite cunning You're dumb and, young and
s the lifer Sometimes I think I'm losin my mind, keep on fallin behind SCRAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM nigga, it ain't gon' be no strike three to bring the fuckin pain and
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 get down. Jump [x18] I'll serve your ass like John
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 get down Jump (18x) I'll serve your ass like John
in 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
Where 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
in 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
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
t want me, Why all these pain gotta haunt me? I roam da cold streets... my mom got sick and I can't do shit, Her son can't get rich, I'll trade every
