文本歌词

Over There **** - House of Pain
Here's the new sh*t I'm on we can all get along
But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong
And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo
Beat ya till ya dead put out ya freakin' head
That's how I do it cause I'm sick like that
And you'll get kicked like that if ya fakin' the funk
I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets from all the good times
That I spent with ya hookers some were good lookers
And some were just stunts after too many blunts
Ya got ya arm around ya girl but don't make me laugh kid
Gettin' steam pressured girl's schemin' on the grafted
Pale faced Celt backed up catch a welt
From the buckle of my belt now tell me how that felt
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
I'm on some Milk D I don't care sh*t
I don't care
It's the return of the livin' dead put all concerned to bed
I'm alive and kickin' ask any girl I'm stickin'
Back once again I never shot no xxxxxx
Or hit the glass pipe a** wipe
Stop the rumor I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon
I'll leave your sh*t all swollen
Get off my xxxx 'cuz thick is how I'm rollin'
The Soul Assassainator'll get ya open like a crater
I'm down with psycho beta cuz I'm flava' like a plate a'
Corned beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set
Don't do nuthin' you'll regret
Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water
I'm out for slaughter pops lock up your daughter
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
I'm on some Milk D I don't care sh*t
I don't care
I rock a paid style 'cuz free's amateur
If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya
We got the Funk Doobie in the house with the Mickey Mouse
I spot a hooker then I'm runnin' up in ya blouse
I ain't a b**ch so don't play me soft
I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off
Pullin' on the trigger ain't nuttin' brave
But I'm a sick f**ker like a red-neck trucker
And I just might buck ya down
You're starin' down my barrel so ya jump around
Ya try to get away but I'm too quick to pull
So don't try to gas me punk my tank's full
I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel
Punk we can duel I'll take ya a** to school
And break down the lesson here's the pop quiz
I gets Top Billin you can ask Giz
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
I'm on some Milk D I don't care sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t
I'm on some Milk D I don't care sh*t
I don't care