Papa Roach

I got a problem with the snakes that are crawling
Through my area when the darkness has fallen
Momma told me that they love to bite
They'll stab you in the back, no shame that's right
I keep my distance cause they're making me crazy
And stealing from me, you know those fuckers are lazy
My blood boils fat turns to oil
Step the fuck back, or you'll get buried in soil
Over drama, or you could sleep with the fishes
My clutches are tight and I'll take your last wishes
One for the money, two for your girl
Three for your life now I fucked up your world
Do you like how it feels to be bit
In the neck by a snake that kills