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PERFORMING ARTISTS
B-Real
B-Real
Vocals
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Vocals
Everlast
Everlast
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Schrody
Erik Schrody
Songwriter
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Songwriter
Louis Freeze
Louis Freeze
Songwriter
Lawrence Muggerud
Lawrence Muggerud
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D.J. Muggs
D.J. Muggs
Producer
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Producer
Ralph tha Funky Mexican
Ralph tha Funky Mexican
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I rip shit like a bow when I flow
And I score points with the joints that I throw
'Cause I flow deadly
I'm no punk, see
I break backs, make tracks, and get funky
There's no one to run to 'cause nobody cares
MC's drop to your knees, say your prayers
The luck of the Irish is about to kick in
Prepare to die and notify your next of kin
I'm goin' all out, buck, duck, and call out
That's how I'm livin', punk you better stall out
This is the House of Pain
To come inside is insane
[Verse 2]
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
Jump up, spread out
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
Put put your head out
Jump up, spread out
I'll put your head out
Hey, what up punk?
I'll put your head out
[Verse 3]
Who steps the booze
When the hoods want to take a cruise?
They're feelin' the effects of the booze
Ain't no clues to hold with them fools
Who got smoked even though they scrat crews
You got bruise, but I got the booma
Trigger to blast ya', askin' the bull
Take my life shit, I'll take you to school
In the do, what's the difference if you're think of droppin' Jews
Carbon copy, think you're so cool
Stop dreamin' and hallucinatin'
You're caught up in a piece of pain
Click click, punk, now you're thinkin' oh shit
Quit while you're ahead before I fill you full of lead
[Verse 4]
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
Jump up, spread out
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
Put put your head out
Jump up, spread out
I'll put your head out
[Verse 5]
Blessed with the gift and gifts with the rhyme
I never say quit when I'm out to get mine
It's live and let die, sit back and get high
Smokin' a fat blunt waitin' for some punk
To act up like he's got somethin' in him
Then I grab the mic and start spittin' out venom
Coughin' up headstones, blowin' out headphones
Steppin' to me, you'll wind up in the dead zone
It's nothin' personal, that's how it goes, G
Step up with beef and you'll wind up losin' teeth
'Cause I don't give up the mic that easy
Step back, this ain't government cheese, G
You can stand in line, but you ain't gettin' it
Talk all the shit you want, but I ain't sweatin' it
[Verse 6]
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
Jump up, spread out
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
Put put your head out
Jump up, spread out
I'll put your head out
Written by: Erik Schrody, L. FREEZE, Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese
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