House of Fuckery

I've got a friend who stole a tv
He's got a friend with stripes on his tee
Caught in his house with bootleg DVD's
now he's my friend and we're running the streets
Singing,

Ahoooo, ahooooo
We all live in a house
In a house
In a house of fuckery

We all live in a house
In a house
In a house of fuckery
If you got a problem with them, then you got a problem with me

We all live in a house
In a house
In a house of fuckery

The only life I lead
No ways i'd rather be

I know a girl
Who wears too much make-up
She knows a chick from two girls, one cup
She dates a dude that sells drugs for food
That dude's my cousin and dude my cousin rules

Learn to hide in the streets
Where the rules never sleeps

Ahoooo, ahooooo
We all live in a house
In a house
In a house of fuckery

We all live in a house
In a house
In a house of fuckery
If you got a problem with them, then you got a problem with me

We all live in a house
In a house
In a house of fuckery
House of fuckery

Ahoo
The only life for me
No way I'd ever leave
Ahooo
The only life for me

We've got everything that you need right here
You can get your kicks and your fix right here
Come be our guest
Put your spirits to the test
Be one of the blessed
In case of nastiness

We all live in a house
In a house
In a house of fuckery
If you got a problem Wilson, then you got a problem with me

We all live in a house
In a house
In a house of fuckery
House of fuckery
House of fuckery
House of fuckery



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Christopher Stevens, Matthew Puhy, James Lascu, Chad Nicefield, Jason Spencer, Kyle Landry
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