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Over There Shit Lyrics

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House Of Pain : Over There Shit Lyrics

Songwriters: Schrody, Eric; Muggerud, Larry;

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Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen

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 hlunts
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

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
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 no heroin
Or hit the glass pipe, ass wipe
Stop the rumor, I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon
I'll leave your shit all swollen
Get off my dick 'cuz thick is how I'm rollin'

The Soul Assassainator'll get ya open like a creator
I'm down with psycho vader 'cuz 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

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
I'm on some Milky, I don't care shit
I don't care

I rock it page style 'cuz 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 around 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 gets Top Billin
You can ask Giz

Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit
I'm on some Milky, I don't care shit
I don't care