Shamrocks And Shenanigans Lyrics

I kicks the flava
Like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya
Excuse me senora
Are you a whore or are you a lady
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady
Let me know hon
The deed'll get done
Just assume the position
I'll take my rod
And then I'll go fishin'
I'll get your river flowin'
When it comes to givin' pleasure
I'm every woman's treasure
I came to work your body
So let me do my job
I've never been laid off
My rhymin' skill paid off
'Cause now I'm makin' records
Now I'm makin' tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes
Scoopin' up the loot
Puttin' suckers on the run
Pull my gun and then I shoot
I never been a front
I never a fraud
I gotta natural skill
For that I thank the Lord
'Cause I feel blessed
I'm casually dressed
I always got my gun
But I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom

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Boom sha lock lock boom
All right now
Boom sha lock lock boom
A little louder
Boom sha lock lock boom
Everybody
Boom sha lock lock boom
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Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
Straight with the taper
The lyric skyscraper
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
I know ya think I have, but yo
I never heard of ya
Just because you heard of me kid
F*** around until you do the lifetime bid
I'll put you in the dirt
And leave your ass for dead
When it comes to tools
T's the sharpest in the shed
'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king
It ain't no thing
My car don't ring
We'll bust you in the crib
I got the skill
You gots to chill
'Cause I bring doom
I got the boom sha lock lock boom

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I rock mad styles
I hop turnstiles
I rock all mics
I last all night
I puff fat blunts
I rock fine scunts
Step up bo
I'll knock out your gold fronts
Everlast, that's my name
My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame
The House of Pain's the name of my clique
You can't be down, punk, get off my d***
You make me sick
Like strawberry Quick
Your style is wack
You ain't the mac
So yo step back
Get off the crack
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom

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