What you gotta say, let's hit the hay
Top o' the mornin' to ya
Greetin's, salutations
The House of Pain soon will reign
(What's the hassle man?)
And have no delay, and yo by the way
No fuckin' around
Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony
Top o' the mornin' to ya
Collectin' my dough, I got your girlfriend ho-in'
You got no heart, here comes the good part
I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em
So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked
Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'
Straight to hell, I kiss and tell
(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)
Top o' the mornin' to ya
It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
Noise like a cricket
(What's the hassle man?)
Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh
Extra extra, read all about it
But we can have a run off, the House of Pain'll come off
Top o' the mornin' to ya
You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
Top o' the mornin' to ya
(What's the hassle man?)
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
You call me a skinhead, I call you a pin head
You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on
(What's the hassle man?)
A descendant of Dublin with Titanic skill
Over the hip hop scene and like golden green
{He who breaks the law goes back to the House of Pain
(What's the hassle man?)
You shouldn't play and by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
Top o' the mornin' to ya
Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'
Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg
And how do I know that she's funk?
I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi
This is the House of Pain, we're far from plain
These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'
So never ever try to play me out like a phony
My rhymes are like eggs
On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'
Top o' the mornin' to ya
We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
I don't have dreads 'cause I shave my head daily
The House of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'
(What's the hassle man?)
(What's the hassle man?)
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya
Top o' the mornin' to ya
Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
Rubbin' his legs
Put the gear in, now you're steerin' like Mario Andretti
Crack the bottle, rev the throttle
Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man
Top o' the mornin' to ya
'Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)
I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I
(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)
No one has it, just us that's it
(What's the hassle man?)
(What's the hassle man?)
So if you're a ho, all my friends know
But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy
I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung
On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half
Ya see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun
How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it
So just say no but I say go
Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam
Top o' the mornin' to ya
