Shamrocks And Shenanigans Lyrics

Shamrocks And Shenanigans

I kicks the flava like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd
light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya excuse me senora
Are you a hore 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'
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 a fraud
I gotta 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 a vest
I'm quick on the
draw like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock
boom

Chorus
(boom sha lock lock boom)
All right now
(Boom sha
lock lock boom)
A little louder
(Boom sha lock lock
boom)
Everybody
(Boom sha lock lock boom)
All right
now

Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
Straight with the taper,
the lyric skyscraper
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
I know ya think I
have, but yo
I never heard of ya
Just because you heard of me kid
Fuck
around 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 Cadilac 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

Chorus

I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
I rock all
mikes, I last all night
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts
Step up bo,
I'll kock out your 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 clip
You
can't be down, punk, get off my dick
You make me sick, like stawberry
Quik
Your style is wack, you ain't the mac
So yo step back, get off the
crack
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom

Chorus (2x)