Top O' the Morning to Ya

She won't come Just when you want it You see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun You wanna fight? Then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A descendant of Dublin with Titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw was broken Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin' On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile, I'll be puffin' On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buck wildin' The House of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg But we can have a runoff, the House of Pain'll come off We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off The Irish style, the Celtic jazz No one has it, just us that's it If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly I don't have dreads, 'cause I shave my head daily You call me a skinhead, I call you a pin head Yo, where have you been man, just like the Tin man You got no heart, here comes the good part I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down No fuckin' around Homeboy, y'all get clown like Krusty, trust me You shouldn't play and by the way Top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) Greetings, salutations Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam Crack the bottle, rev the throttle Put the gear in, now you're steerin' like Mario Andretti So let me kick it, 'cause I can make a wicked Noise like a cricket Rubbin' his legs My rhymes are like eggs I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em This is the House of Pain, we're far from plain But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy So just say no, but I say go Straight to hell, I kiss and tell So if you're a ho, all my friends know What are you gon' say? Let's hit the hay And have no delay, and yo by the way Top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) Extra, extra, read all about it How could you doubt it? Now scream and shout it The House of Pain soon will reign Over the hip-hop scene in white, gold and green I rip shit and backflip like a Jedi I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin' Collectin' my dough, I got your girlfriend ho-in' And how do I know that she's funk? I know she's broke 'cause, yo, the T's hung Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony So never ever try to play me out like a phony 'Cause I can get real thick like a bowl of Malt-O-Meal And by the way, top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to you (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)