Punch Drunk House of Pain

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
You know I rock microphones
Like they got backbones
And I'll roll on your shore like some biscuit dough
Yea you study bitin' styles off the next man's flow
Think you're Jackson but your name ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' chick fine as Madeleine Stoew
Got a closet in my crib where the hydrophonic grow
Act like you know
Lee toast the chronic
It ain't the season
The reason's strictly economic
So pour the gin and tonic
Pump the Tony Bennett
If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm runnin' up in it
I'll make ya hot and spicy like some huevos rancheros
Then hit the Knicks game with my man Don Terros
And if the Knicks are winnin'
Then Spike Lee's grinnin'
Next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
Sippin wiskeys to my favorite cuts
Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts
Some people think I'm nuts 'cause I act a little funny
But play me soft I'll beat ya down like ya stole money
Politicking with your chickens it's time to get loose