Top o’ the Morning to Ya House of Pain

[Intro]
("She won't come, just when you want it")

[Verse 1: Everlast]
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on
You'll get a right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
A descendant 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 of nuttin, meanwhile I'll be puffin'
On a fat blunt, what 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 trunk it
If you can't get wit it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
Then you'll get a beaten just like an egg
It's so hard to run when ya 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 stylie, the Celtic jazz
No one has it, just us, that's it
If you try to take it, I got a big shillelagh
I don't have dreads, 'cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skinhead, I call you a pinhead
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 'em down
No fuckin' around