I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out ya never could Act up in my
neighbourhood You better not my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a
gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn
beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute
it Constantly I'm zooted If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I
rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now
you see me cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're
bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya
figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body
droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat
stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write
my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen
Chorus The House Of
Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the
House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin'
wrecked
I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only
roll my spliffs With the extra easy riders Papers to vapours Is what
you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all
your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger
lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the
offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace
the crew But only if it's Mickey's I never wear no dickeys Only wear
the Levi's My whole family cries