I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood take me out you never could   Act up in my neighbourhood you better not my aim is good   The house of pain is not a gang just a funky Irish name   A Celtic savage makin' cabbage with corn beef on the side      Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it   Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it   Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket   You try to ill I grab my gat and now you see my cock it      Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger   You try to con yourself you're bulletproof but how ya figure?   The caps that I'll be poppin' they'll have your body droppin'   You thought you knew the deal but now you feel your heartbeat stoppin'      I'm moppin' up the comp   That's short for competition   I write my lyrics   Like the Irish mob in hell's kitchen      The house of pain in effect y'all   I say the house of pain is in effect   You know the house of pain is in effect y'all   And anyone that steps up is gettin' wrecked      I'm a beer drinkin' fighter the bike in easy rider   I only roll my spliffs with the extra easy whiters   Papers to vapors is what you'll all be catchin'   Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' up your hoes and all your dough      The styles that I'll be kickin' you know they're finger lickin'   Good the peckerwood never could play the victim   Only the offender I go out on a bender   Drink a case of brew and then disgrace the crew      But only if it's mickeys   So I never wear no dickeys   Only wear the Levi's   My whole family cries      The house of pain in effect, y'all   I say the house of pain is in effect   You know the house of pain is in effect y'all   And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked