die, they're leaping off of roof tops Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die But my house
pop it up When I say pop it up I mean deal it at the turn of the gun We can do it if anybody want it, where the rapper niggas They clappin' up and now
There he saw Elijah, Moses, Samuel, even Ruth And all the others jammed up in a room He turned around and saw Ol' Gideon standin' by the door He walked up
rob and kill. Look into my house would you live in there? Look me in the eyes and tell me that you care, Well I've made up my mind to end up in the
Check it out, everybody in the house, check it out The House of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, pecker wood, redneck cracker White bread
a been Find yourself outside lookin' in, givin' up, feelin' stuck Mad at the world 'cause you down and they gettin' up Mad at yourself 'cause you know you shouldn't be givin' up
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I swear to you man, at some times I really wish, I was with you 'Cause I get fed up with this life
tag, two tag, kaboom Let 'em feel the paint, don't count 'em out too soon Let 'em hit the mat, then pick 'em up on 2, Suffer, pain, hurt, you're through
damned if another bitch wore your last name Put your hands up ladies if you want it all Put your hands up ladies if you want it all Put your hands up
World up, raze it up Raze, raze, raze it up Ra, raze, raze it up Ra, ra, ra, raze it up Ra, ra, ra Raze it up, up
Yo fuck that word up man Who you runnin' wit? Fuck that, who you runnin' wit? Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to leave you headless Eyes of redness
just leanin and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene just got some drank from that boy with that bird and you know we just hooked up on some syrup
was mean he beat her up All the time preaching that republican stuff Hated blacks hated Jews Knelt down Sundays at our lady of the blues Over at my house
Butter us up with smiling lies Talk to creatures raise the dead Fate you know sure got fed Trained apart from houses of stone Hour of horses pick the
to back Stack up the stats. Handle the math, and that'll be that Hold your head up. I know your fed up But don't let it get up to the top of them steps
now, then you a good way from the filter And I wont front like I ain't stressin' Sometimes I need a hug, real shit, pain shit is pain lesson (nigga)
's time to move on (I can't take no more of the headaches and pains) Said I'm tried of hangin' on (Said I'm better off gone) The picket fence, the house
with the tone And now I'm lovesick Verse 2 Relationships can grip with the pain Arguments in the crib, in the streets, on the train I'm crazy fed