Shamrocks And Shenanigans Lyrics

I kicks the flavor, like Stephen King writes horror,
If I was a Jew, then I'd light a Menorah.
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me Senora,
Are you a whore or are you a lady?
Is it Erica Boyer or Marsha Brady?
Let me know, hon...the deed'll get done,
Just assume the position,
I'll take my rod an' then I'll go fishin'
I'll get yer river flowin',
I'm always in the knowin an'
When it comes to givin' pleasure...
I'm every woman's treasure.
I came to work yer body, so let me do my job.
I never been laid off, my rhymin skills paid off,
'Cause now I'm makin records, now I'm makin tapes,
Steady bustin' suckers an' virgins like grapes,
Makin' all the pape's, scoopin' up the loot,
Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun an' then I shoot.
I never been a front, I never been a fraud,
I got a natural skill, for that I thank the Lord,
'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed,
Always got my gun, but I never wear a vest,
I'm quick on the draw, like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon Boom Shalock Lock Boom

(Refrain)
Boom Shalock Lock Boom (alright now)
Boom Shalock Lock Boom (a little louder)
Boom Shalock Lock Boom (everbody)
Boom Shalock Lock Boom (alright now)

Breaker! Breaker! Here comes the caper
Straight with the tape, the lyric skyscraper,
Hit ya like the Lyrical Murderer,
I know ya think I have, but, yo, I never heard o' ya!
Just because ya heard o' me, kid,
Fuck around with D ya do the life-time bid,
I'll put ya in the dirt, an' leave yer ass for dead
When it comes to tools, D's the sharpest in the shed!
'Cause I'm the '55 Cadilac king, it ain't no thing,
My Claddagh ring will bust you in the grill,
I got the skill--ya got's to chill...
'Cause I breathe doom I got the Boom Shalock Lock Boom

(Refrain)

I rock mad styles, I hop turnstyles,
I rock all mics, I last all night,
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine stunts,
Step up bold, I'll knock out ya gold fronts.
Everlast, that's my name, 
My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame.
The House of Pain's the name of my clique,
Ya can't be down, punk, get off my dick,
Ya make me sick...like Strawberry Quik
You're style is whack, you ain't the mack,
So, yo step back, get off the crack
An' sing a new tune like Boom Shalock Lock Boom!

(Refrain)