On Point Songtext
von House of Pain

I′m sick, demented
I came unrepresented
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 Rollin′ Stone
I leave you sulkin'
Like Macaulay Culkin
In Home Alone
So Get A Grip
Like Stephen 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


Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO
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 you car
Starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun
So the drama you could save it
Well it's the mad bum rushin′
Funky with percussion
From L.A. to Flushing
I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cutcha′ like the butcher

But it and Joe the writer
The old rock a loop
′Cause I'm super like Schneider

I′m ill, retarded
So don't ya get me started
I might lose my cool
Ya lose if we duel
′Cause I can stomp a hole
In the sole of a monk
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 it′s supposed to be
Don't stand so close to me