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
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


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
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

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
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


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
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

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

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
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

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
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