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House of Slaine
01. House of Slaine (intro)
02. Drink Irish (Arcitype remix)
03. The Graveyard
04. Only God Knows
05. Interlude 1
06. Getting High
07. The Hard Way
08. Put on Your Shit Kickers
09. Back Against the Wall
10. Ain't a Crime 2015
11. Interlude 2
12. Voices of the Apocalypse
13. House of Slaine Cypher
14. Pissed It All Away
15. Put Ya Head Out
16. Chainsaw
17. Interlude 3
18. Ghosts
19. Beef Jerky
20. Just Another Victim
21. Zombies (Official remix)
22. Borrowed Time (DJ Frank White remix)
23. On Point
24. Top O' the Mornin' to Ya
25. 99 Bottles
26. Sam Song
27. Danny Boy
28. House of Slaine (outro)
I'm sick, demented
I came to represent it
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 rolling stone
Or I'll leave ya sulking like Maculay Culkin in home alone
So get a grip like Steven Tyler
I used to trip with the divine styler
Back in the days there were Irish ways
And Irish laws, 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
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
Well it's the D to the a double N-Y-B-O,
Why I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day, avenge quick run get the vest ?
I'm down with the hill 'cause I still got the skill
To turn the party out
Its all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors
So I might videotape her
I make a lot of papers so I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel
I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull your car
Stating 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 la to flushing
I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cut you like a butcher
But it ain't Joe the Biter
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
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
I'm ill, retarded
So don't get me started
I might lose my cool
Ya lose if we do
'Cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a monk
With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk
I got skill kid
And I run the mill kid
For all its worth, I'm gettin' mines on earth
So step to the next head
Or like Sadat X said
"He's gone and that's how it flows 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
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