Choose Your Poison - House Of Pain

I say hey now c’mon ya’ll

If there’s money in your pocket

And your walkin tall

make your way to the bar

And get your poison chose

And drink it old school style

In your B-Boy pose

I get off Madd flows

Like a pack of eskimo’s

On the dog sled in the blizzard

Cause I’m the wizard of (oz)

Ah, Shit I’m gonna wreck ya set

And you stepin to me is just an emty threat

Something I cant sweat

Kid, you never see my worry

I’ve never been caught

But my hands may be dirty

5 years from 30

Come check my age

If ya cant pop

Simply turn the page

And I’ll engage

Wit that kid thats been swiftless

Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin

Peanut butter

Ya know know my style’s butter

Cause every word I utter

Rock’s the sky’s from the gutter

I make ya shudder

When I rock your soul

I do dames the way I like

I get mike’s controlled

Well if ya get bold

Well then ya get bit

Cause your knowlege is a trick

Kid, It’s makin me sick

I’m Danny Boy

With the Hard Core style

I’ll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal (Root Canal!)

You get me started and I’m hard to stop

I got 45 caliburs ready to pop

And when I pop off

You drop off

You get blown out the frame

Cause the more shit change

The more things stay the same

And I got no respect for your area

From Brooklyn to Dublin

I keep your ass fumblin'

Cause I’m the fuckin ball busta

Brooklyn heart breaker

House of Pain pimp money maker

I got rhymes finese

I got rhymes galore

I got rhymes for peace

I got rhymes for war

I got rhymes for heads

I got rhymes for skins

I got rhymes

Kid your crew aint got no wins

So step up if you wanna get your head cracked

Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked

Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed

I’ll kill you all

Just like I was the small pox

I’ll kill ya livestock

just like I was anthrax

Come see me live

Then crazy like the Band Sax