House Of Pain

Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I got demons running through my slate
They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in
And manifest itself in the form of a sin
If I was rin tin tin Id rip the skin off of lassie
The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me
You high on gas like a rastaman bought it
Dont set it off kid and get me started
Cause youre highly regarded when youre dearly departed
But mommas still crying asking God why in
The world could you take her only child
When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild
To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
You cant fumble and if you gots to rumble
Then word to bryant gumble Im a live for today
And God bless the man that steps in my way
Cause if I said it somebodys getting wetted
So just keep your cool and everythings copasetic
Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
And minell still be the intellect that plays ya
Cause when the mike check Im high tech skills are apparent
You can play the child kid Ill play the parent
Cause Im a be responsible for your schooling
But I wont change your diapers or do your car poolin
Chorus
Get up Ill break ya down a little somethen
Im fed up its time to go head huntin