She won't come   Just when you want it      Ya see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun   You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on   You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill   A descendant of Dublin with Titanic skill      I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken   Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'   On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'   On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half      Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh   These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'   The House of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'   Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it      If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it   Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg   It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg   But we can have a run off, the House of Pain'll come off      We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off   The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz   No one has it, just us that's it   If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly      I don't have dreads 'cause I shave my head daily   You call me a skinhead, I call you a pin head   Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man   You got no heart, here comes the good part      I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down   No fuckin' around   Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me   You shouldn't play and by the way      Top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)      Greetin's, salutations   Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam   Crack the bottle, rev the throttle   Put the gear in, now you're steerin' like Mario Andretti      So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked   Noise like a cricket   Rubbin' his legs   My rhymes are like eggs      I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em   This is the House of Pain, we're far from plain   But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy   So just say no but I say go      Straight to hell, I kiss and tell   So if you're a ho, all my friends know   What you gotta say, let's hit the hay   And have no delay, and yo by the way      Top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)      Extra extra, read all about it   How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it   The House of Pain soon will reign   Over the hip hop scene and like golden green      I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi   I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I   Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'   Collectin' my dough, I got your girlfriend ho-in'      And how do I know that she's funk?   I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung   Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony   So never ever try to play me out like a phony   'Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil      And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (What's the hassle man?)   Top o' the mornin' to ya   (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)      {He who breaks the law goes back to the House of Pain   He who breaks the law goes back to the House of Pain}