(whisper)Runnin Up On ya

The House of Pain

Give me some elbow room,

smoke the boon and pass it

I'll drop ya like acid

Ya might get blasted

if ya step to the crew with the Irish pride

You'll wish ya died cause I don't let ya slide

Champaine is the House of Pain

Our day will come

Boom she-lock lock my shits cocked ya better run

Get a gun, get a bomb

It's on like Vietnam

Go run and get your mom and ask her why daddy's buggin

Chuggin Black and Tan's

Smackin fans

breakin up the sets

I'll make your bitches wet

gettin all the dough

I'm leaven which your ho

And if the ho's white yo you might lose your life

(chorus)Cause I'm runnin up on ya,

I ain't gonna warn ya when

I'm runnin up on ya,

I ain't gonna warn ya

I'm runnin up on ya,

I ain't gonna warn ya when

I'm runnin up on ya,

I ain't gonna warn ya

I'll rip out your viens with hooks and chains

just like Pinhead

Use to rock a skinhead

Now I got a fade cause I'm paid and my barber's played

Everybody's done it, so Ev can never run it

I started that shit two years ago

Your girl started lookin good 5 beers ago

So I might step to her

But I just want to screw her

I don't want to take her

I just want to make her

Scream out my name cause the pain's in the house

bust a nut in the cut, leave a stain on her blouse

Then pull up my drawers and she's all your again

And if ya got a beef punk better bring a friend

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I'm comin round the corner, I ain't gonna warn ya

I'm runnin up on ya, punk your a gonner

Put the gun away, run away

better chill, better yet still

let me get ill,

I can drop a bomb full a siemen in your mom

keep her screamin till dawn cause the E can rock on

like a one, two and ya don't stop

Ya might get dropped cause I don't care and I swear

I don't have a gun

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