I got the skills

To pay the bills

I don't pop pills

But I send chills

Up your spine when I rhyme

I get wicked

You got a booger pick it

Sippin' on the fourty

Ya know it makes me *****

Spread them legs

Grab my ass

Fire up the grill and crack the kegs

Nobody fear

The party's here

Everlast is comin'

The funky drummer's drummin'

Ya only came backstage

To make the front page

To get me locked up

Or get yourself knocked up

But I ain't with it

Even if I did it

I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it

My name's Everlast

I got the funky rhymes

I make more papers than the LA Times

I don't do lines

But I puff blunts

I don't rock fronts

But I stuff stunts

Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee

If ya don't know me

Homey, back up off me

'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead

You wind up dead

You made your bed

Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it

Take my advice

Homeboy, think twice

Before you step up step back

Or catch a smack

Guess who's back

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(He's back) Guess who's back

(Everybody gonna scream)

(He's back) Guess who's back

(Everybody gonna scream)

(He's back) Everybody he's back

He's back from the dead

With the shaved head

Don't start to trip

Dip, I brought my lead

Just in case you wanna **** around

I'll stare ya dead in the face

And then I'll buck ya down

I'll put ya six feet deep

Some say talk's cheap

But I make big bucks

Servin' up punk ducks

By the pound

I got the sound

I never been checked

I only get wrecked

I kick the willy drag

Let my pants sag

Don't give up the booty

'Cause I ain't no fag

Checkin' out check it

I'm prone to wreck shit

If ya dig this joint

Check the next shit

I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact

That the white man's back

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I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese's

I come in peace

But you'll leave in pieces

That's how I'm livin'

That's how it goes

Everyday I'm sleepin'

Every night I'm doin' shows

Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got

Always wear my hat so I never need a shot

Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme

And if I have to drive I avoid the one time

Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over

I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf clover

Yeah I'm Irish

Word to the motherland

But on the other hand

I love America, apple pie, mom and all that

My pockets stay fat

Step the **** back

Play me close and you catch a mean dose

Of my fist

Homeboy you get dissed

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