Punch Drunk

Artist: House of Pain Album: Eddie Soundtrack Song: Punch Drunk You know I rock microphones Like they got back bones And I'll roll on your shore like some biscuit dough Yea you study bitin' styles off the next man's flow Think your Jackson But your name ain't Bo I'm only hittin' chick fine as madeleine stowe Got a closet in my crib where the hydro-phonic grow Act like you know Lee toast the chronic It ain't the season The reasons strictly economic So pour the gin and tonic Pump the Tony Bennet If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm runnin' up in it I'll make ya hot and spicy like some huevos rancheros Then hit the Knicks game with my man Don Terros And if the Knicks are winnin' Then Spike Lee's grinnin' Next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin' Sippin wiskeys to my favorite cuts Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts Some People think I'm nuts cause I act a little funny But play me soft I'll beat ya down like ya stole money [Hook] Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose Politicking with your chickens it's time to get loose It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce... I see a million motherfuckers goin' out on the bottle The Heavy-Weight Champion never was a role model I keep it idle with my B-boy bravado From downtown Brooklyn All the way to Colorado So run play the lotto kid if you feel lucky I'm not a toy but I'll hunt you down like Chucky You must be buggin' cause I heard you want to buck me You must be trippin' cause your women wants to fuck me [Hook] Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose Politicking with your chickens it's time to get loose It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce... It's four for the cores It goes on behind closed doors When you go for yours It matters the most You like to brag and boast And drink and make a toast When you don't come up close Kid, you be coming up ghost Plus, you playin' hardclose (?) like your cosa nost But you girls on my Jimmy Try to give me pesos Before you finish, kid that's Spanish for kisses I'm nuttin' up, cuttin' up The first man who disses [Hook] Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose I'm politicking with your chickens It's time to get loose It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce... Before you play yourself, kid, put your head in a noose It's the wicked Pain inflictor..