Papa Roach - Liquid Diet lyrics
[Papa Roach - Liquid Diet lyrics]
This time, I came to get mine
I saw this cat running with his
Hand on his nine millimetre
He's got a small peter, got
Two kids and a wife, plus he beats her
Nod your head as if my
Shit was the dog catcher
P-Roach coming through sick
I'm gonna have to betcha my last
Dollar that you come on back
You getting weak in the knees
While you smoking 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 her body is mad surprising
Slanging, banging
Her two breasts was firm and not hanging
Listen to this rhyme that I'm slanging
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
Serving pasta and salad and
She's still looking 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 P-Roach sound
Abused with forks, 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
I saw this cat running with his
Hand on his nine millimetre
He's got a small peter, got
Two kids and a wife, plus he beats her
Nod your head as if my
Shit was the dog catcher
P-Roach coming through sick
I'm gonna have to betcha my last
Dollar that you come on back
You getting weak in the knees
While you smoking 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 her body is mad surprising
Slanging, banging
Her two breasts was firm and not hanging
Listen to this rhyme that I'm slanging
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
Serving pasta and salad and
She's still looking 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 P-Roach sound
Abused with forks, 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