I walk through
the valley of death 600 deep
Waking up dead from this sleep
Just like a diamond, watch me shine
Bright like the sun,
make you wanna pull a gun
And bust two shots for the
Peckawood
Rocket
Put down your
Glock or your block, I'll be knockin'
Dead off your shoulders, heads'll roll
The
Peckawood
P -Funk
Assassin
Assault
It's in control, so have no fear I'm in this for real,
make it crystal clear
I get a little better each and every year
It's called improvement,
your style's power movin'
I'm takin' it back to
Malcolm
McLaren
My whole family's stoned,
but there ain't one sharin'
So what you lookin' at, huh?
Why you starin'?
Just take a picture before
I have to hit you
Ease back, kid, give me some space
A whoop, there it is, upside your face
A hero ain't nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend ain't nothin' but a car
So shoot up in your veins to
get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero ain't
nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend ain't nothin' but a car
So go blow out your brains to
get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
I live in the house and it's full of pain
But still I refrain from goin' insane
I stay on point like a sniper
Chillin' at the viper room
before it became a tool
Take the low road and you hit rock bottom
And keep low ridin' all the way to
Sodom
Coming back to
Gomorrah, now you're
Senoras
A pillar of salt and it's all your fault
Get your
S &M downtown after fall
You dirty little bugger, grazing hell
But next year we're all talking
about how you fell
Because you judged on
how you racked yourself
A hero ain't nothing but a sandwich
And a legend ain't nothing but a car
So get locked up in chains
to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero ain't
nothing but a sandwich
And the legend ain't nothin' but a car
So go blow out your brains to
get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
May be one day you'll be a star
Maybe one day you'll be a star
May be one day you'll be a star
Maybe one day you'll be
a star
Let's break it down to
the bare root essence
Count your fingers,
then count your blessings
True confessions, ask the questions
Substitute your answers
with your obsessions
I take it to the break of dawn at times I do it all the time,
but yo, it don't come
easy
Cause I turn on the
TV, and see more and more pain,
and less and less glory
And it's the same old story,
you see year after year, the program spins
But I ain't subscribing,
till there's live executions on pay per view
Worth a dime to you, put on
Melrose
Place, whoop there it is upside your face
Cause a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich,
and a legend ain't nothing but a car
So shoot dope in your veins
to get that fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero ain't
nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend ain't nothin' but a car
So go blow out your brains like
Kurt
Cobain
And maybe one day you'll be a star
And maybe one day you'll be a star
And maybe one day you'll be a star
And maybe one day you'll be a star
And maybe one day you'll be
a star
You
House Of Pain 
