Lyrics House of Pain

House of Pain

On Point

I'm sick, demented

I came unrepresented

I rose from the grave

I had a close shave

The cops tried to lock me down

'Cause the Glock they found

Was stolen

That's how I'm rollin'

Calvin Klein's

No friend of mine

So I don't like Marky

Or the monarchy

Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone

I leave you sulkin'

Like Macaulay Culkin

In Home Alone

So Get A Grip

Like Stephen Tyler

I used to trip

With the Divine Styler

Back in the days

There were Irish ways

And Irish laws

to stand up for the cause

When it's time to rock a funky joint

I'm on point

When it's time to rock a funky jam

I'm the man

(4x)

Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO

Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio

It's a black day of rest

Quick run get your vest

I'm down with the Hill

'Cause I still got the skill

To turn the party out

It's all about the skyscraper

Your girl caught the vapors

So I might videotape her

I make a lot of the paper

So I don't have to scrape the

Bottom of the barrel

I rock fly apparel

Now I could pull you car

Starting up the Harley Davidson

I got the gun

So the drama you could save it

Well it's the mad bum rushin'

Funky with percussion

From L.A. to Flushing

I get your girlie blushin'

I'll cutcha' like the butcher

But it and Joe the writer

The old rock a loop

'Cause I'm super like Schneider

When it's time to rock a funky joint

I'm on point

When it's time to rock a funky jam

I'm the man

(4x)

I'm ill, retarded

So don't ya get me started

I might lose my cool

Ya lose if we duel

'Cause I can stomp a hole

In the sole of a monk

With the rhymes in my head

And the beats in my trunk

I got the skill kid

And I'm gonna' milk it

For all it's worth

I'm gettin' mines on earth

So step to the next head

Or like Sadat X said

He's gone

And that's it's supposed to be

Don't stand so close to me

When it's time to rock a funky joint

I'm on point

When it's time to rock a funky jam

I'm the man

(4x)