Over There Shit Lyrics

Here's the new shit I'm on

We can all get along

But if ya step to me wrong

I'm gonna bang ya like a gong

And I don't need a gang to do it

I creep solo

Beat ya till ya dead

Put out ya freakin head

That's how I do

Because I'm sick like dat

And you'll get kicked like dat

If ya fakin' the funk

I got a trunk full of beats

And a head full of rhymes

I got stains on my sheets

From all the good times

That I spent with ya Hookers

Some were good lookers

And some were just stunts

After too many blunts

Ya got ya arm around ya girl

But don't make me laugh kid

Gettin steam pressured

Your girl's schemin' on the grafted

Jail faced Celt

Backed up

Catch a welt

From the buckle

Of my belt

Now tell me how that felt

Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit [3x]

I'm on some Milky I don't care shit

I don't care...

It's the return of the livin dead

Put all concerned to bed

I'm alive and kickin'

Ask any girl I'm stickin

Back once again

I never shot the heroin

Or hit the glass pipe

Ass wipe

Stop the rumor
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I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon

I'll leave your shit all swollen

Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin'

The Soul Assassainator'll

Get ya open like a crator

I'm down with psycho vader

cause I'm flava' like a plate a'

Corn beef and cabbage

I'm a savage on the set

Don't do nuthin' you'll regret

Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water

I'm out for slaughter

Cops lock up your daughter

[Chorus]

I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya

If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya

We got the FunkDoobie in the House

With the Mickey Mouse

I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse

I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft

I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off

Pullin' on the trigger

Ain't nuthin brave

But I'm a sick fucker

Like a red-neck trucker

And I just might buck ya down

You're starin' down my barrel

So ya jump around

Ya try to get away

But I'm too quick to pull

So don't try to gas me

Punk, my tank's full

I ain't got the time

I don't need the fuel

Punk we can duel

I'll take ya ass to school

Then break down the lesson

Here's the pop quiz

I get's top billin'

You can ask Iz

[Chorus]

House Of Pain Over There Shit