Pass The Jinn House of Pain (Ft. Cockni O'Dire & Divine Styler)

[Intro: Cockni O'Dire]
Aight aight aight woah woah yo
Thissa war yuh hear now nar what i'm saying?
This a O, O and in the middle of the O is a T
And in that T is a serial shit there (lay the fuck down) haha
Rock on
Real bumbaclot
Ragga bloodclot muffin in this bass sound

So-ah so ah
Ayo, Dip dip dive so so-a liver
Carry ya ice creams, son run ya money and deliver
Front never, blood brother or ya space terror
A river incase you get it straight
Before me have em shook, who seh I move and fuck wit'
Cockni don't rep or tend to judge clique
This lyric straight up outta auto with nastiness
You best confess without trying press some business
Ya mother or ya ass
Wrote ya broke
Come poke
Pop joke
While i pop chunk i pull back click and FIRE

[Verse 1: Everlast]
Watch out, bust the style I be kicking
I play the geek role and bite your head off like a chicken
I'm the Lord of the Rings like Bilbo Baggins
Return of my dragon, pants be sagging
Science be dropping, thoughts be building
My instinct's primal, tapping your spinal
I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freaking planet
Don't take me for granted, cause my eyes be slanted
From the fat bag of blade I must consume
Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom
So make room for the crew with kegs of brew
Doing what we do, so what's the matter with you?