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Malt

Get up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the

Meanwhile back at the ranch We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see boss Hogg Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars I don't need a glock 'cause I

Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back I got the skills to pay the bills I don't pop pills but I send chills

Gets all my love Gets all my love Gets all my love Gets all my love Pick up the pace, keep it, freak it Can ya keep a secret, so can I Why ask why, try

She won't come Just when you want it Ya see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the

The house of pain The house of pain The house of pain Yo, the time has come For everyone to clean up their own backyard Before they go knocking on their

He who breaks the law goes back to the house of pain (2x) I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit And then I build shit, get off my dills nit Cause

Yea, check it out now everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers

blues away Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head Malted milk, malted