One for the Road

For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho
Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house

I said mickey mouse, you know he's in the house
Tura lura lura, tura lura lie
For my man Matt champ, this is one for the road
But I'll beat ya black and blue, 'cause I'm always with my crew
Step up, your blood, I spill it
I turn the little scunts out

Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed
You need to start puffin' and relax

And I got the hookers callin' me pops
The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight
And that's just because they can't flow like I flow
Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel
Call me the corn fed, pecker wood, redneck cracker
Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay

My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show
But that's just because they don't know what I know
The House of Pain, that's the name of my crew
Put on the beat, I kill it
Move over sizzlean, my favorite color's green
White bread, shit kickin', Irish beat jacker
Once their cherry pops, ever last gets all the props
One for the road, this is one for a road
Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house
You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do
Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house
I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet

I bed the wenches 'cause you know I'm a pagan
Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil
I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen
I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say
Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby
Smoke my Philly blunts out, my Buddha never runs out
Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin'
And knock your motherfucking fronts out

I said mickey mouse, you know he's in the house
No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night