- Song Name: X-Files
- Artist Name: House of Pain
- Album: Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
- Songwriters: E Schrody, L Dimant
- Release Date: 1996.10.22
- Label: Tommy Boy
LYRICS FOR "X-Files"
Truly
Truly
Well
And if Islam's your thing
And if you represent the 6 pointed star
Well
I put grooves in the mix
I'll take you straight up the lane
Then I freeze it
Before you get your fight on
Here come the Don Dada
I drop the boom bada like Jake LaMatta
I could single you out and isolate you like Mato
I'm undefeated like Rocky Marciano
Hit you right below the belt
Talk what you talk
Something for ass
Some do the knowledge
Some stick to the road
Some do the knowledge
Some do the knowledge
Now East Coast
It's goin' down rough like swallowin' teeth
I say word to Din Lizzy
And I'll knock all of ya'll off this wonder wall
'Cause on a daily basis
Quick to be your style from a fetus to a child
I kill 14 billion cells
Stompin' devils on all 9 levels of L
Check the transmission
Observe the technition INFI Nightvision
You hot-light reels
As you skim and check feels on chics in high heels
It's all bright and sunny when you're holdin' big money
My Sonics got youth
I could be the king of grunge if I blow my spunge away
There's a little black spot on the sun today
Which I don't care if my souls are dead
So come on and feel the sting of the true Pain King
Something for ass
Some do the knowledge
Some stick to the road
Some do the knowledge
Something for ass
Some do the knowledge
Some stick to the road
Some do the knowledge
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