House of Righteousness - Exodus

House Of Pain Anthem I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries

Too many problems Oh why am I here I need to be me 'Cos you're all too clear And I can see There's something wrong with you But what do you expect me to do? At least I gotta know what I wanna be Don't come to me if you need pity Are you lonely you got no one You get your body in suspension That's no problem, problem Problem, the problem is you Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don't do what you want Then you'll fade away You won't find me working Nine to five It's too much fun a being alive I'm using my feet for my human machine You won't find me living for the screen Are you lonely all your needs catered You got your brains dehydrated Problem, problem Problem, the problem is you What you gonna do Problem, problem Problem, problem Problem, the problem is you What you gonna do with your problem The problem is you Problem I ain't equipment, I ain't automatic You won't find me just staying static Don't you give me any orders For people like me There is no order Bet you thought you had it all worked out Bet you thought you knew what I was about Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems But you are the problem Problem, problem Problem, the problem is you What you gonna do with your problem I'll leave it to you Problem, the problem is you You got a problem What you gonna do They know a doctor Gonna take you away They take you away And throw away the key They don't want you And they don't want me You got a problem The problem is you Problem, what you gonna do Problem, I'll leave it back, I have a Problem, you got a problem Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem Problem, problem, Problem