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House Of Pain lyrics Word Is Bond lyrics (Uh) [Chorus] Word is Bond Pop pop pop pop Grab your chest Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole [x4] I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it And pretty soon you're open Butt naked So your ass starts to rob and steel Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal And now I'm rhymin wit Diamond D With some brand new shit for the year of '93 I got a loop on my crate And I'm duckin The way I'm rhymin on the break Till the brothers, fuck it Ya know I got the funky sound Ya still up un the air Cause last year I said jump around I'm rollin thick So I know you see me I got mad little white kids, Wishin' they could be me So dont step up Cause I'm a come out blastin' You just a quickie Punk, I'm Everlastin [Chorus] Now let me hear my man (my man, my man, my man) Yo It's Diamond D The psycotic, narrotic Pizza idiotic Smoke 'em Boom thats exotic With my man Everlastin' Brotha's be askin me For the Fee Kid, my name aint Sebastion Give 'em my mom's demo tapes Foam'n at the mouth Dreamin of makin papes I know your thirsty Lord have mercy I got ten acts And ya want to be the first, G Come on, dad Let me breathe yeah Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates Have dough in the pocket And sleep way past 8 I know the feelin Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin But your shit aint appealin So make haste I'll stick it to a like paste Dont sleep I got the 9 on my waist [Chorus] I lick shots for the Soul Assasins I lick shots fot the Diamond D I lick shots for the Everlastin And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c Yo I'm more respected My neck's protected So dont get started Just disregard it Cause I'm retarted With an agrial stubin When I see a bootleg I take my record and dupe it Scoop it Just like a news reporter I'm causin disorder Because I'm sorta' Sick of loosin money When I work so hard so if I catch ya bootleggin I'm a pull your card [Chorus] Other House Of Pain lyrics: Salutations lyrics Jump Around lyrics Put Your Head Out lyrics Top O' The Morning To Ya lyrics House Of Pain And The Rising Sun lyrics Shamrocks And Shenanigans lyrics House Of Pain Anthem lyrics Danny Boy, Danny Boy lyrics Guess Who's Back lyrics Put On Your Shit Kickers lyrics Come And Get Some O' This lyrics Life Goes On lyrics One For The Road lyrics Feel It lyrics All My Love lyrics Jump Around Remix lyrics Back From The Dead lyrics I'm A Swing It lyrics On Point lyrics Runnin' Up On Ya lyrics Over There Shit lyrics Keep It Comin' lyrics Same As It Ever Was lyrics It Ain't A Crime lyrics Where I'm From lyrics Still Gotta Lotta Love lyrics Who's The Man lyrics Legend (Lethal Dose Remix) lyrics Legend (Extended Mix) lyrics It Aint A Crime (UK Remix) lyrics Fed Up lyrics Earthquake lyrics No Doubt lyrics Choose Your Poison lyrics X-Files lyrics |