Top O' the Morning to Ya

She won't come
 Just when you want it
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 You see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun
 You wanna fight? Then step up and we'll get it on
 You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
 A descendant of Dublin with Titanic skill
 I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw was broken
 Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'
 On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile, I'll be puffin'
 On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half
 Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh
 These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buck wildin'
 The House of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'
 Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
 If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
 Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg
 It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
 But we can have a runoff, the House of Pain'll come off
 We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
 The Irish style, the Celtic jazz
 No one has it, just us that's it
 If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
 I don't have dreads, 'cause I shave my head daily
 You call me a skinhead, I call you a pin head
 Yo, where have you been man, just like the Tin man
 You got no heart, here comes the good part
 I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
 No fuckin' around
 Homeboy, y'all get clown like Krusty, trust me
 You shouldn't play and by the way
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)
 Greetings, salutations
 Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam
 Crack the bottle, rev the throttle
 Put the gear in, now you're steerin' like Mario Andretti
 So let me kick it, 'cause I can make a wicked
 Noise like a cricket
 Rubbin' his legs
 My rhymes are like eggs
 I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em
 This is the House of Pain, we're far from plain
 But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy
 So just say no, but I say go
 Straight to hell, I kiss and tell
 So if you're a ho, all my friends know
 What are you gon' say? Let's hit the hay
 And have no delay, and yo by the way
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)
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 Extra, extra, read all about it
 How could you doubt it? Now scream and shout it
 The House of Pain soon will reign
 Over the hip-hop scene in white, gold and green
 I rip shit and backflip like a Jedi
 I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet
 Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'
 Collectin' my dough, I got your girlfriend ho-in'
 And how do I know that she's funk?
 I know she's broke 'cause, yo, the T's hung
 Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony
 So never ever try to play me out like a phony
 'Cause I can get real thick like a bowl of Malt-O-Meal
 And by the way, top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (What's the hassle man?)
 Top o' the mornin' to you
 (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)