On Point

Yeah, House of Pain

I'm sick, demented, I came and represented
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
I leave you sulkin' like Macaulay 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, to 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)

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-Y
'Cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day of rest, quick, run, get your vest
I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill

To turn the party out, it's all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors, so I might videotape her
I make a lot of the paper, so I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull your card, starting up the Harley-Davidson
I got the gun, so the drama, you could save it

Well, it's the mad bum Russian, funky with percussion
From L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cut ya like the 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)

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, you'll lose if we duel
'Cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a punk
With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk
I got the skill, kid, and I'm gonna milk it

For all it's 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's supposed to be"
Don't stand so close to me '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)

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)



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant
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