Lyrics:
House of pain anthemI'm a wood peckin' peckerwoodTake me out, ya never couldAct up in my neighbourhoodYou better not, my aim is goodThe house of pain is not a gangJust a funky irish nameA celtic savage makin' cabbageWith corn beef on the sideIrish pride is what I gotI got alot so don't dispute itConstantly I'm suitedIf ya got a gun then shoot itPick any beat I rock itI'm always in the pocketYou try to ill, I grab my gatAnd now you see my cock itNext I pull the triggerI don't care if you're biggerYou try to con yourself you're bulletproofBut how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin'They'll have your body droppin'You thought you knew the dealBut now you feel your heartbeat stoppin'I'm moppin' up the compThat's short for compititionI write my lyrics likeThe irish mob in hell's kitchenChorusThe house of pain in effect, y'allI say the house of pain is in effectYou know the house of pain is in effect y'allAnd anyone that steps up in gettin' wreckedI'm a beer drinkin' fighterThe bike in easy riderI only roll my spliffsWith the extra easy whitersPapers to vaporsIs what you'll all be catchin'Meanwhile I'll be snatchin'Up your hoes and all your doughThe styles that I'll be kickin'You know they're finger lickin'Good, the peckerwood never could play the victimOnly the offenderI go out on a benderDrink a case of brewAnd then disgrace the crewBut only if it's mickeysI never wear no dickeysOnly wear the levi'sMy whole family criesChorus