I could hear myself clear from the living room
Ruptured pain to fear, family´s dyin´ soon
Look in my eyes, what do you see?
Lover yamigo, tambien enemy
Because the best thing in life is for me to sing these words
All I leave at the shows are chrome microphone turds
I take fat hits and fat shits
I cap on the girls, who give out ten dollar thigh splits
Yo, all I want is respect in this game
Cause the Papa Roach style is wild, and not plain
Know what I´m saying?
Put us through your speakers cause I know that we are banging
Positivity, and negativity...
We saying that you can´t get the ying without the yang
Confidence and style, mix it up with some slang
And make it grimy, just like my little n*gga Stimey
Step up, was up?
I came to make friends to the end, and back again, and show your stacks again
Because sometimes I´m X-rated, sometimes I´m G-rated
Sometimes I budge crowds, act wild, and get faded
I could hear myself clear from the living room
Ruptured pain to fear, family´s dyin´ soon
Look in my eyes, what do you see?
Lover yamigo, tambien enemy
Wheather its Monday, or Tuesday
Or Thursday, or Friday, I´m getting down everyday
Because its my way to express the Onion Hardcore slang
A boogedy bang bang, boogedy bang sha bang
You know what I´m saying?
Put us through your speakers cause I know we are banging
Look in my eyes, what do you see?
Lover yamigo, tambien enemy
The good and the bad, le bein a le mal
Chaos forever, natural law
The good and the bad
La bein a le mal