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Artist House Of Pain

If Jesus is your lord then praise your God And if Islahms your thing Allah uh

akbah and if you represent the six pointed star then my hebs back home told me

say shalom I put the groove in the micks I make moves like the Knicks take it

straight up the lane I'll block out the frame then I freeze it believe it you

need it like herone before you get your fight on kid get your stare on here come

the dime dotter making ghettos red hotter I drop the boom bota like jake Lamotta

I could single you out and isolate you like mona I;m undefeated like Rocky

Marciono hit ya right bellow thbelt now your singing saprono Talk what ya talk

still you don'y know what i know (Chorus) some fien for ass some fien for cash

some do the knowledge some do the math some stick to the road some stray from

the path some do the knowledge some do the math (very quiet) some knowledge some

math Now East coast west coast money was the beef It's going down rough like

swollowing teeth I say word to thin lizzy kid I get buisy and I'll nock all of

ya'll off this wonder wall cause on a daily basis I rock like oasis fit to beat

your style from a fetus to a child I killed 14 billion cells puffing L's

stomping devils on all nine levels of hell check the transmition here the

transition observe the technition in FI- night vision ya hot like reels I lace

my drug deals As you skeem to check feels on chicks in high heels It's all

bright and sunny when your holding big money but my sonics got you pluss my mud

got honey I could be the king of grunge if I blow my spunge away theres a little

black spot on the sun today but I don't care if my souls up there so come on and

feel the sting of the true pain king (Chorus)

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