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 Decendant 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 Skin Head, 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



Chorus

(What's The Hassle Man?) Top O' The Mornin' To Ya (2x)

(Hey, Are You Givin' Us A Hassle Man?)



Greetins, Salutaions

Peace To The Nations Of Zulu And Islam

Crack The Bottle, Rev The Throttle

Put The Gear In, Now You're Stearin'

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' '