| Song | Choose Your Poison |
| Artist | House of Pain |
| Album | Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again |
| 作词 : Dimant, OConnor, Schrody | |
| Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers | |
| I say hey now c'mon y'all | |
| If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| B-Boy pose | |
| I get off | |
| Madd flows like a pack of | |
| Eskimo'sOn the dog sled in the blizzard 'cause | |
| I'm the wizard of oz | |
| Ah, shit I'm gonna wreck ya set | |
| And you stepin' to me is just an empty threat | |
| Something | |
| I can't sweat, kid, you never see my worry | |
| I've never been caught but my hands may be dirty5 years from 30 come check my age | |
| If ya cant pop simply turn the page | |
| And I'll engage wit that kid that's been shiftless | |
| Stickin' to the roof of your mouth like some chippin' | |
| Peanut butter, ya know know my style's butter' | |
| Cause every word | |
| I utter rock's the sky's from the gutter | |
| I make ya shudder when | |
| I rock your soul | |
| I do dames the way | |
| I like, I get mike's controlled | |
| And if ya get bold well then ya get bit' | |
| Cause your knowledge is a trick, kid, it's makin' me sick | |
| I say hey now c'mon y'all | |
| If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| B-Boy pose | |
| Hey now c'mon y'all | |
| If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| B-Boy pose | |
| I'm Danny | |
| Boy with the | |
| Hard Core style | |
| I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal | |
| You get me started and | |
| I'm hard to stop | |
| I got 45 calibers ready to pop | |
| And when I pop off, you drop off | |
| You get blown out the frame 'cause the more shit change | |
| The more things stay the same and | |
| I got no respect for your area | |
| From Brooklyn to | |
| Dublin, I keep your ass fumblin'' | |
| Cause I'm the fuckin' ball busta | |
| Brooklyn heart breaker | |
| House of Pain pimp money maker | |
| I say hey now c'mon y'all | |
| If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| B-Boy pose | |
| Hey now c'mon y'all | |
| If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| B-Boy pose | |
| I got rhymes finese, | |
| I got rhymes galore | |
| I got rhymes for peace, | |
| I got rhymes for war | |
| I got rhymes for heads, | |
| I got rhymes for skins | |
| I got rhymes, kid your crew ain't got no wins | |
| So step up if you wanna get your head cracked | |
| Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked | |
| Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed | |
| I'll kill you all just like | |
| I was the small pox | |
| I'll kill ya livestock | |
| Just like | |
| I was anthrax | |
| Come see me live | |
| Then crazy like the | |
| Band SaxI say hey now c'mon y'all | |
| If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| B-Boy pose | |
| Hey now c'mon y'all | |
| If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| B-Boy pose |
| zuò cí : Dimant, OConnor, Schrody | |
| Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers | |
| I say hey now c' mon y' all | |
| If there' s money in your pocket and you' re walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| BBoy pose | |
| I get off | |
| Madd flows like a pack of | |
| Eskimo' sOn the dog sled in the blizzard ' cause | |
| I' m the wizard of oz | |
| Ah, shit I' m gonna wreck ya set | |
| And you stepin' to me is just an empty threat | |
| Something | |
| I can' t sweat, kid, you never see my worry | |
| I' ve never been caught but my hands may be dirty5 years from 30 come check my age | |
| If ya cant pop simply turn the page | |
| And I' ll engage wit that kid that' s been shiftless | |
| Stickin' to the roof of your mouth like some chippin' | |
| Peanut butter, ya know know my style' s butter' | |
| Cause every word | |
| I utter rock' s the sky' s from the gutter | |
| I make ya shudder when | |
| I rock your soul | |
| I do dames the way | |
| I like, I get mike' s controlled | |
| And if ya get bold well then ya get bit' | |
| Cause your knowledge is a trick, kid, it' s makin' me sick | |
| I say hey now c' mon y' all | |
| If there' s money in your pocket and you' re walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| BBoy pose | |
| Hey now c' mon y' all | |
| If there' s money in your pocket and you' re walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| BBoy pose | |
| I' m Danny | |
| Boy with the | |
| Hard Core style | |
| I' ll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal | |
| You get me started and | |
| I' m hard to stop | |
| I got 45 calibers ready to pop | |
| And when I pop off, you drop off | |
| You get blown out the frame ' cause the more shit change | |
| The more things stay the same and | |
| I got no respect for your area | |
| From Brooklyn to | |
| Dublin, I keep your ass fumblin'' | |
| Cause I' m the fuckin' ball busta | |
| Brooklyn heart breaker | |
| House of Pain pimp money maker | |
| I say hey now c' mon y' all | |
| If there' s money in your pocket and you' re walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| BBoy pose | |
| Hey now c' mon y' all | |
| If there' s money in your pocket and you' re walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| BBoy pose | |
| I got rhymes finese, | |
| I got rhymes galore | |
| I got rhymes for peace, | |
| I got rhymes for war | |
| I got rhymes for heads, | |
| I got rhymes for skins | |
| I got rhymes, kid your crew ain' t got no wins | |
| So step up if you wanna get your head cracked | |
| Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked | |
| Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed | |
| I' ll kill you all just like | |
| I was the small pox | |
| I' ll kill ya livestock | |
| Just like | |
| I was anthrax | |
| Come see me live | |
| Then crazy like the | |
| Band SaxI say hey now c' mon y' all | |
| If there' s money in your pocket and you' re walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| BBoy pose | |
| Hey now c' mon y' all | |
| If there' s money in your pocket and you' re walkin' tall | |
| Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose | |
| And drink it old school style in your | |
| BBoy pose |