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Shamrocks and Shenanigans (Butch Vig mix)

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 whore or are you a lady?

Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?

Let me know hon, the deed'll get done

Just assume the position, I'll take my rod

And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'

When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure

I came to work your body, so let me do my job

I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off

'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes

Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes

Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot

Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot

I never been a front, I never a fraud

I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord

'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed

I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest

I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw

From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom(Boom sha lock lock boom)

All right now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

A little louder

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Everybody

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

All right nowBreaker, breaker, here comes the caper

Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper

Hit ya like a lyrical murderer

I know ya think I have, but yo

I never heard of ya

Just be'Cause you heard of me kid

Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid

I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead

When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed

'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king

It ain't no thing, my cargo ring

We'll bust you in the crib

I got the skill, you gots to chill

'Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boomI rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles

I rock all mikes, I last all night

I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts

Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts

Everlast, that's my name

My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame

The House Of Pain's the name of my clip

You can't be down, punk, get off my dick

You make me sick, like strawberry Quik

Your style is wack, you ain't the mac

So yo step back, get off the crack

And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Alright now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Everybody

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Alright now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

A little louder(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Alright now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Everybody

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Alright now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

A little louder(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Alright now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Everybody

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Alright now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

A little louder(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Alright now

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Everybody

(Boom sha lock lock boom)

Songwriters

BOWIE, DAVID/LENNON, JOHN/ALOMAR, CARLOS/SCHRODY, ERIKPublished by

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