Guess Who`s Back

(Guess who`s back)<br><br>I got the skills to pay the bills<br>I don`t pop pills but I send chills<br>Up your spine when I rhyme<br>I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it<br>Sippin` on the fourty, ya know it makes me horny<br>Spread them legs, grab my axe<br>Fire up the grill and crack the kegs<br>Nobody fear, the party`s here<br>Everlast is comin`, the funky drummer`s drummin`<br>Ya only came backstage to make the front page<br>To get me locked up, or get yourself knocked up<br>But I ain`t with it, even if I did it<br>I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn`t hit it<br>My name`s Everlast, I got the funky rhymes<br>I make more papers than the LA Times<br>I don`t do lines, but I puff blunts<br>I don`t rock fronts, but I stuff stunts<br>Fill `em to the brim like a cup of coffee<br>If ya don`t know me, homey, back up off me<br>Cause I ain`t soft, see, I`ll fly ahead<br>You wind up dead, you made your bed<br>Now ya gotta lie in it, don`t bother tryin` it<br>Take my advice, homeboy, think twice<br>Before you step up, step back<br>Or catch a smack, guess who`s back<br><br>Chorus<br>(He`s back) Guess who`s back (Everybody`s in the street) (4x)<br>(He`s back) (Everybody`s in the street) (3x)<br>(He`s back) (2x)<br><br>He`s back from the dead, with the shaved head<br>Don`t start to trip, dip, I brought my lead<br>Just in case you wanna fuck around<br>I`ll stare ya dead in the face, and then I`ll buck ya down<br>I`ll put ya six feet deep, some say talk`s cheap<br>But I make big bucks servin` up punk ducks<br>By the pound, I got the sound<br>I never been checked, I only get wrecked<br>I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag<br>Don`t give up the booty, cause I ain`t no fag<br>Checkin` out checkit, I`m prone to wreck shit<br>If ya dig this joint, check the next shit<br>I`m Everlast and it`s a natural fact<br>That the white man is back<br><br>Chorus<br><br>I`ll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese`s<br>I come in peace, but you`ll leave in pieces<br>That`s how I`m livin`, that`s how it goes<br>Everyday I`m sleepin`, every night I`m doin` shows<br>Always gettin` hoes when there`s hoes to get got<br>Always wear my hat so I never need a shot<br>Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme<br>And if I have to drive I avoid the one time<br>Stay between the lines and I won`t get pulled over<br>I don`t need luck cause I got a four leaf clover<br>Yea I`m Irish, word to the motherland<br>But on the otherhand<br>I love America, apple pie, mom and all that<br>My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back<br>Play me close and you catch a mean dose<br>Of my fist, homeboy you get dissed<br><br>Chorus