Interpret:

Papa Roach

Album:

Old Friends from Young Years

This time I came to get mine 
I saw this cat running with his hand on his 9mm 
He's got a small peter 
Got 2 kids and a wife plus he beats her 
Nod ya head as if my shit was the dog catcher 
P-Roach comin through sick 
I'm gonna have to betcha my last dollar That you 
come on back 
You getting weak in the knees 
While you smokin' the cess 
Oh yes 
Word to God 
I know his son is the best 
He helps me out when I'm down 
Or when I'm crazy ill stressed 
I confess 
I'm not as good as the rest 
But I get down for my crown 
And I don't crack under stress 
But I'll be careful though 
Cause the girl is memorizing 
She takes off her clothes 
And er body is mad surprising 
Slangin' 
Bangin' 
Her two breasts was firm and not hangin 
Listen to this rhyme that I'm slangin 
Hooked up with this girl 
Her name is Kelly 
For really 
The hip hop body 
And a piercing through her belly 
I knew she was mine 
When I saw her working on the line 
Servin pasta salad and she's still lookin fine 
But enough of that though 
I give a shot out to Happy 
He's partying down 
And getting props in this rap 
See cause I'm the type of cracker that'll get 
straight down to beat that you hear 
It's the Pee-Roach sound 
Abused with forks 
Abused with Knives 
Cut with razor blades 
That shit is absurd 
His temper's flaring 
Now he's twice as mean 
Now I am talking about this fool 
Beats his wife and then he thinks he's cool 
She cries so hard 
She's trembling 
This time he beats her and he's twice as mean 
Silence in her rage 
She should recognize next time he is gone she 
Should pack her bags and leave