"Legend (Extended Mix)" lyrics - HOUSE OF PAIN

[Verse 1: Everlast]
I walk through the Valley of Death, 600 deep
Waking up dead from the sleep
Just like a diamond watch me shine
Bright like the sun
Make you want to pull a gun
And buck two shots for the Peckerwood rocking
Put down your Glock for your block
I'll be knocking dead off your shoulders, heads'll roll
The Peckerwood P-funk assassin of soul
Is 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 bowel movement
I'm taking you back to Malcolm McLaren
My whole family's stoned but there ain't one Sharon
So whatcha looking at, huh, why you staring?
Just take a picture before I have to hit ya
Ease back kid, gimme some space
Or "Whoomp (There It Is!)" upside your face

[Chorus: Everlast]
'Cause a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich
And a legend ain't nothing but a car
So shoot dope in your veins and get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich
And a legend ain't nothing but a car
So go blow out your brains to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star

[Verse 2: Everlast]
I live in a house and it's full of pain
But still I refrain from going insane
I stay "On Point" like a sniper
Chilling in the Viper Room before it became a tomb
Take the low road and you hit rock bottom and keep low riding
All the way to Sodom and back to Gomorrah
Now your senora
Is a pillar of salt and it's all your fault
Get your S&M downtown at The Vault
Dirty little fuck-up raising hell
But next year we'll all talk about how you fell
'Cause you're judged on how your records sell

[Chorus: Everlast]
'Cause 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
A hero ain't nothing but a sandwich
And a legend ain't nothing but a car
So go blow out your brains like Kurt Cobain
Maybe one day you'll be a star [4x]

[Verse 3: Everlast]
Let's break it down to the bare root essence
Count your fingers and then count your blessings
True confessions, ask the questions
Substitute your answers with your obsessions
I take to the break of dawn of time
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 programs fear
But I ain't subscribing till there's live executions
On pay-per-view
Word to Donahue put on Melrose Place
"Whoomp (There It Is!)" upside your face!