I got the skills to pay the bills
  I don't pop pills but I send chills
  Up your spine when I rhyme
  I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it
  Sippin' on the 40, ya know it makes me horny
  Spread them legs, grab my axe
  Fire up the grill and crack the kegs
  Nobody fear, the party's here
  Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's drummin'
  Ya only came backstage to make the front page
  To get me locked up, or get yourself knocked up
  But I ain't with it, even if I did it
  I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it
  My name's Everlast, I got the funky rhymes
  I make more papers than the LA Times
  I don't do lines, but I puff blunts
  I don't rock fronts, but I stuff stunts
  Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee
  If ya don't know me, homey, back up off me
  Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead
  You wind up dead, you made your bed
  Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it
  Take my advice, homeboy, think twice
  Before you step up, step back
  Or catch a smack, guess who's back
    [Chorus]
    (He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody's in the street) [4x]
  (He's back) (Everybody's in the street) [3x]
  (He's back) [2x]
    He's back from the dead, with the shaved head
  Don't start to trip, dip, I brought my lead
  Just in case you wanna fuck around
  I'll stare ya dead in the face, and then I'll buck ya down
  I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's cheap
  But I make big bucks servin' up punk ducks
  By the pound, I got the sound
  I never been checked, I only get wrecked
  I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag
  Don't give up the booty, cause I ain't no fag
  Checkin' out checkit, I'm prone to wreck shit
  If ya dig this joint, check the next shit
  I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact
  That the white man is back
    [Chorus]
    I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reeses
  I come in peace, but you'll leave in pieces
  That's how I'm livin', that's how it goes
  Everyday I'm sleepin', every night I'm doin' shows
  Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got
  Always wear my hat so I never need a shot
  Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme
  And if I have to drive I avoid the one time
  Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over
  I don't need luck cause I got a four leaf clover
  Yea I'm Irish, word to the motherland
  But on the otherhand
  I love America, apple pie, mom and all that
  My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back
  Play me close and you catch a mean dose
  Of my fist, homeboy you get dissed
    [Chorus]