Here's a toast to a new drink, a new thing A new brew just for you to put yo' dick in a sling Boss Hog Malt Liquor, whether chillin the park Or on the
{Facelift Malt Liquor, for when your partner's just not attractive} [Chief Chinchilla:] (Facelift Malt!) Fellas That's what you drink when you creep
blues away. Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May. Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head. Malted milk, malted
(feat. Ice Cube) [Intro: Audience watching TV] Ha ha ha ha That's my favorite Malt liquor Alright! [Eazy-E:] Kick that shit [DJ Pooh:] Who is it? [
Ides Commercial [Scarface:] Word? [DJ Ready Red:] Yeah, St. Ides, check it out [Scarface:] Pick up a brew, read the sticker And make sure it says St. Ides Malt
(Gets all my love) (4x) Pick up the pace, keep it, freak it Can ya keep a secret, so can I Why ask why, try Bud dry, I get fly smokin' a thai Puffin'
Step to this Irish mac daddy I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride Little did you know you
Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be Like a bird in a tree on
I got the skills to pay the bills I don't pop pills but I send chills Up your spine when I rhyme I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it Sippin' on the
He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain (2x) I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit And then I build shit, get off my dills nit Cause
House Of Pain Anthem I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of
Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and
Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out! The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker White
Remember when the shit hit the fan and the man wanted to know which way you ran? (Life goes on) (4x) Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn I got more
Yea, check it out now Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers
I rip shit like a bow when I flow When I score points with the joints that I throw Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see I break backs, make tracks and
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are
