Released: May 21, 1996
Songwriter: Everlast
Producer: DJ Lethal
Artist: House of Pain
Album: Eddie Soundtrack
Song: Punch Drunk
You know I rock microphones
Like they got back bones
And I'll roll on your shore like some biscuit dough
Yea you study bitin' styles off the next man's flow
Think your Jackson
But your name ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' chick fine as madeleine stowe
Got a closet in my crib where the hydro-phonic grow
Act like you know
Lee toast the chronic
It ain't the season
The reasons strictly economic
So pour the gin and tonic
Pump the Tony Bennet
If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm runnin' up in it
I'll make ya hot and spicy like some huevos rancheros
Then hit the Knicks game with my man Don Terros
And if the Knicks are winnin'
Then Spike Lee's grinnin'
Next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
Sippin wiskeys to my favorite cuts
Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts
Some People think I'm nuts cause I act a little funny
But play me soft I'll beat ya down like ya stole money
[Hook]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
Politicking with your chickens it's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce...
I see a million motherfuckers goin' out on the bottle
The Heavy-Weight Champion never was a role model
I keep it idle with my B-boy bravado
From downtown Brooklyn
All the way to Colorado
So run play the lotto kid if you feel lucky
I'm not a toy but I'll hunt you down like Chucky
You must be buggin' cause I heard you want to buck me
You must be trippin' cause your women wants to fuck me
[Hook]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
Politicking with your chickens it's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce...
It's four for the cores
It goes on behind closed doors
When you go for yours
It matters the most
You like to brag and boast
And drink and make a toast
When you don't come up close
Kid, you be coming up ghost
Plus, you playin' hardclose (?) like your cosa nost
But you girls on my Jimmy
Try to give me pesos
Before you finish, kid that's Spanish for kisses
I'm nuttin' up, cuttin' up
The first man who disses
[Hook]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
I'm politicking with your chickens It's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce...
Before you play yourself, kid, put your head in a noose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor..
Album: Eddie Soundtrack
Song: Punch Drunk
You know I rock microphones
Like they got back bones
And I'll roll on your shore like some biscuit dough
Yea you study bitin' styles off the next man's flow
Think your Jackson
But your name ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' chick fine as madeleine stowe
Got a closet in my crib where the hydro-phonic grow
Act like you know
Lee toast the chronic
It ain't the season
The reasons strictly economic
So pour the gin and tonic
Pump the Tony Bennet
If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm runnin' up in it
I'll make ya hot and spicy like some huevos rancheros
Then hit the Knicks game with my man Don Terros
And if the Knicks are winnin'
Then Spike Lee's grinnin'
Next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
Sippin wiskeys to my favorite cuts
Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts
Some People think I'm nuts cause I act a little funny
But play me soft I'll beat ya down like ya stole money
[Hook]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
Politicking with your chickens it's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce...
I see a million motherfuckers goin' out on the bottle
The Heavy-Weight Champion never was a role model
I keep it idle with my B-boy bravado
From downtown Brooklyn
All the way to Colorado
So run play the lotto kid if you feel lucky
I'm not a toy but I'll hunt you down like Chucky
You must be buggin' cause I heard you want to buck me
You must be trippin' cause your women wants to fuck me
[Hook]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
Politicking with your chickens it's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce...
It's four for the cores
It goes on behind closed doors
When you go for yours
It matters the most
You like to brag and boast
And drink and make a toast
When you don't come up close
Kid, you be coming up ghost
Plus, you playin' hardclose (?) like your cosa nost
But you girls on my Jimmy
Try to give me pesos
Before you finish, kid that's Spanish for kisses
I'm nuttin' up, cuttin' up
The first man who disses
[Hook]
Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
I'm politicking with your chickens It's time to get loose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor with the MICKEYs deuce deuce...
Before you play yourself, kid, put your head in a noose
It's the wicked Pain inflictor..
more tracks from the album
From the albums
- Eddie: The Soundtrack (1996)
- Shamrocks & Shenanigans (2004)
House of Pain popular songs
- Jump Around
- I’m A Swing It
- Top O’ the Morning to Ya
- Shamrocks and Shenanigans
- Back from the Dead
- On Point
- Irish Pride
- Heart Full of Sorrow (feat. Sadat X)
- Put On Your S**t Kickers
- Put on Your Shit Kickers (Kick Some)
- Shamrocks and Shenanigans (Butch Vig Remix)
- House of Pain Anthem (original mix)
- Jump Around (master mix)
- (duplicate page)
- Jump Around (Jason Nevin’s 2000 Club edit)
- Legend (Extended Mix)
- Commercial 2
- Jump Around (original version)
- All My Love
- House of Pain Anthem
- Feel It
- One For the Road
- Guess Who’s Back
- House and the Rising Son