Shamrocks and Shenanigans (Butch Vig Mix)

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I kicks the flavor like Steven King writes horror

If I was a Jew, then I'd light a menorah

I got rhymes for ya, excuse me, señora

Are you a whore, or are you a lady?

Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?

Let me know, hon, the deed'll get done

Just assume the position, I'll take my rod, and then I'll go fishin'

I'll get your river flowin', I'm always in the know and

When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure

I came to work your body, so let me do my job

I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off

'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes

Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes

Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot

Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun, and then I shoot

I never been a front, I never been a fraud

I got a natural skill, for that I thank the Lord

'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed

I always got my gun, but I never wear the vest

I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw

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Everybody

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Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper

Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper

Hit ya like a lyrical murderer

I know you think I have, but, yo, I never heard of ya

Just because you heard of me, kid

**** until you do the lifetime bid

I'll put you in the dirt and leave your ass for dead

When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed

'Cause I'm the '55 Cadillac King

It ain't no thing, my cargo ring

We'll bust you in the crib

I got the skill, you gots to chill

'Cause I bring doom

I got the boom, sha, lock, lock, boom

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Everybody

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I'll put you in the dirt

I'll put you in the dirt

I'll put you in the dirt

I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles

I rock all mics, I last all night

I puff fat blunts, I rock fine stunts

Step up bold, I'll knock out ya gold fronts

Everlast, that's my name

My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame

The House of Pain's the name of my clique

You can't be down, punk? Get off my ****

You make me sick like strawberry Quik

Your style is wack, you ain't the mac

So, yo, step back, get off the crack

And sing a new tune like

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Everybody

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Everybody

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Everybody

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A little louder

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Everybody

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Alright now

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A little louder