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Top O' the Morning to Ya

She won't come

Just when you want itYa see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun

You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on

You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill

A descendant of Dublin with Titanic skillI ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken

Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'

On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'

On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the halfTryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh

These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'

The House of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'

Freak it, funk it, back seat junk itIf you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it

Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg

It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg

But we can have a run off, the House of Pain'll come offWe got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off

The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz

No one has it, just us that's it

If you try to take it, I got a big shileighlyI don't have dreads 'cause I shave my head daily

You call me a skinhead, I call you a pin head

Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man

You got no heart, here comes the good partI pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down

No fuckin' around

Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me

You shouldn't play and by the wayTop o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)Greetin's, salutations

Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam

Crack the bottle, rev the throttle

Put the gear in, now you're steerin' like Mario AndrettiSo let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked

Noise like a cricket

Rubbin' his legs

My rhymes are like eggsI'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em

This is the House of Pain, we're far from plain

But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy

So just say no but I say goStraight to hell, I kiss and tell

So if you're a ho, all my friends know

What you gotta say, let's hit the hay

And have no delay, and yo by the wayTop o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)Extra extra, read all about it

How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it

The House of Pain soon will reign

Over the hip hop scene and like golden greenI rip shit and back flip like a Jedi

I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I

Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'

Collectin' my dough, I got your girlfriend ho-in'And how do I know that she's funk?

I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung

Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony

So never ever try to play me out like a phony

'Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark ToneilAnd by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(What's the hassle man?)

Top o' the mornin' to ya

(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?){He who breaks the law goes back to the House of Pain

He who breaks the law goes back to the House of Pain}

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