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House Of Pain All My Love Back From The Dead Choose Your Poison Come and Get Some O Come and Get Some O This Come And Get Some O\' This Commercial 1 Commercial 2 Danny Boy, Danny Boy Earthquake Fed Up Fed Up Remix Feel It Guess Who Guess Who\'s Back Heart Full of Sorrow House Of Pain And The Rising Sun House Of Pain Anthem I Im a Swing It It Aint a Crime It Aint A Crime (UK Remix) It Ain\'t A Crime I\'m A Swing It Jump Around Jump Around Remix Keep It Comin Keep It Comin\' Killa Rhyme Klik Legend Legend (Extended Mix) Legend (Lethal Dose Remix) Life Goes On No Doubt On Point One For The Road Over There Shit Pass the Jinn Punch Drunk Put On Your Shit Kickers Put Your Head Out Runnin Runnin\' Up On Ya Salutations Same As It Ever Was Shamrocks And Shenanigans Shut the Door Still Gotta Lotta Love The Have Nots Top O Top O the Morning to Ya Top O\' The Morning To Ya What Where I Where Im from Where I\'m From While I Who Who\'s The Man Word Is Bond X Files X-Files

Choose Your Poison lyrics mp3 by House Of Pain (Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers) [Chorus] I say hey now c\'mon ya\'ll If there\'s money in your pocket And your walkin tall make your way to the bar And get your poison chose And drink it old school style In your B-Boy pose I get off Madd flows Like a pack of eskimo\'s On the dog sled in the blizzard Cause I\'m the wizard of (oz) Ah, Shit I\'m gonna wreck ya set And you stepin to me is just an emty threat Something I cant sweat Kid, you never see my worry I\'ve never been caught But my hands may be dirty 5 years from 30 Come check my age If ya cant pop Simply turn the page And I\'ll engage Wit that kid thats been swiftless Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin Peanut butter Ya know know my style\'s butter Cause every word I utter Rock\'s the sky\'s from the gutter I make ya shudder When I rock your soul I do dames the way I like I get mike\'s controlled Well if ya get bold Well then ya get bit Cause your knowlege is a trick Kid, It\'s makin me sick [Chorus (x 3)] I\'m Danny Boy With the Hard Core style I\'ll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal (Root Canal!) You get me started and I\'m hard to stop I got 45 caliburs ready to pop And when I pop off You drop off You get blown out the frame Cause the more shit change The more things stay the same And I got no respect for your area From Brooklyn to Dublin I keep your ass fumblin\' Cause I\'m the fuckin ball busta Brooklyn heart breaker House of Pain pimp money maker [Chorus (x 2)] I got rhymes finese I got rhymes galore I got rhymes for peace I got rhymes for war I got rhymes for heads I got rhymes for skins I got rhymes Kid your crew aint got no wins So step up if you wanna get your head cracked Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed I\'ll kill you all Just like I was the small pox I\'ll kill ya livestock just like I was anthrax Come see me live Then crazy like the Band Sax [Chorus (x 2)]