Liquid Diet Papa Roach

[Chorus 1]
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

[Verse 1]
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