Paroles House Of Pain Anthem de House Of Pain

House Of Pain
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de House Of Painloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: House Of Pain3780
  • Chanson: House Of Pain Anthem
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

Put On Your S**t Kickers de House Of Pain

Yea, check it out now Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> I got the shotty Ay...

One For The Road de House Of Pain

Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out! The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker Comin' with...

Come And Get Some O' This de House Of Pain

Step to this Irish mac daddy I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride Little did you know you on the wrong side, son I got the gun and I'm not scared...

House Of Pain de Venom

I could hear you screaming Heard you cry in pain But I thought you were dreaming Are you going insane? House of pain Welcome to the house of pain You're insane I could feel you dying Again and again...

Danny Boy, Danny Boy de House Of Pain

Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be Like a bird in a tree on the TLP It's the Irish intellect, no one disrespected My...

Textes et Paroles de House Of Pain Anthem




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

Chorus

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

Chorus

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons