Guess Who's Back lyrics
by House Of Pain
I got the skills To pay the billsI don't pop pills But I send chillsUp your spine when I rhymeI get wicked You got a booger pick itSippin' on the forty Ya know it makes me hornySpread them legs Grab my assFire up the grill and crack the kegsNobody fear The party's hereEverlast is comin' The funky drummer's drummin'Ya only came backstage To make the front pageTo get me locked up Or get yourself knocked upBut I ain't with it Even if I did itI got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit itMy name's Everlast I got the funky rhymesI make more papers than the LA TimesI don't do linesBut I puff bluntsI don't rock frontsBut I stuff stuntsFill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffeeIf ya don't know me Homey, back up off me'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly aheadYou wind up dead You made your bedNow ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' itTake my advice Homeboy, think twiceBefore you step up step backOr catch a smackGuess who's back[CHORUS](He's back) Guess who's back(Everybody gonna scream) (He's back) Guess who's back(Everybody gonna scream) (He's back) Everybody he's backHe's back from the dead With the shaved headDon't start to trip Dip, I brought my leadJust in case you wanna fuck aroundI'll stare ya dead in the face And then I'll buck ya downI'll put ya six feet deepSome say talk's cheapBut I make big bucksServin' up punk ducksBy the pound I got the soundI never been checked I only get wreckedI kick the willy drag Let my pants sagDon't give up the booty'Cause I ain't no fagCheckin' out check itI'm prone to wreck shitIf ya dig this jointCheck the next shitI'm Everlast and it's a natural factThat the white man's back[CHORUS]I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese'sI come in peace But you'll leave in piecesThat's how I'm livin'That's how it goesEveryday I'm sleepin' Every night I'm doin' showsAlways gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get gotAlways wear my hat so I never need a shotAlways drink a beer before I write a rhymeAnd if I have to drive I avoid the one timeStay between the lines and I won't get pulled overI don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf cloverYeah I'm Irish Word to the motherlandBut on the other handI love America, apple pie, mom and all thatMy pockets stay fat Step the fuck backPlay me close and you catch a mean doseOf my fistHomeboy you get dissed[CHORUS]
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