House of Pain - X-FilesLyrics

Well if Jesus is your Lord Then praise your God If Islams your thing Allah you Akbar And if you represent the six pointed star Then my Heebs back home told me to say Shalom I put grooves in the mix I make moves like the Knicks And take ya straight up the lane I block out the frame And then I freeze it Believe it You need it like Heron Before you get ya fight on Kid, get your stare on Here come the Dondada making ghettos red hotta I drop the boom bata like Jake Lamatta I can single you out And isolate ya like Mono I'm undefeated like Rocky Marciano Hit ya right below the belt Now ya singing saprano Talk what ya talk still you don't know what I know [CHORUS] Some fiend for ass Some fiend 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 Now East Coast Westcoast Money, what's the beef Its goin down rough like swallowin teeth I say word to Dim Lizzy Kid I gets busy And Ill knock all of y'all off this Wonderwall Cause on a daily basis I rock like Oasis Bit the Beatles style from a fetus to a child I kill fourteen billion cells puffin' L's Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell Check the transmission Hear the transition Observe the technition INFI(?) Nightvision Ya hot like reels I lace my drug deals As you scheme to check feels On chicks in high heels Its all bright and sunny When ya holdin' big money Buy my Sonics got Youth Plus my Muds got Honey I can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge away here's a little black spot on a sunny day But y'all don't care if my souls up there So come on and feel the sting from the true Pain King!