House Of Pain Lyrics: Top O' The Morining To Ya Lyrics

House Of Pain - Top O' The Morining To Ya

She won't come just when you want it
Ya 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 decendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing next thing your jaw's 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 buckwildin'
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 run off, the House Of Pain'll come off
We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, 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 skin head, I call you a pin head
Yo, where 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
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
You shouldn't play, and by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya

Chorus
(What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (2x)
(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)

Greetins, salutaions
Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam
Crack the bottle, rev the throttle
Put the gear in, now you're stearin'
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' '

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