Texty:
Papa Roach Potatoes For Christmas

Abort, abort, abort, abort No more babies And 1,2,3,4 popping to the doctor Killing some babies, killing some mommas To abort Many babies, I love babies

freakin high, your food I can afford to buy, I'm going to Lenny's .. Just because I don't like Yetzi doesn't mean that I'm a dopehead Maybe I'm ducking for

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear She didn't wear, your dress I wouldn't wear your woman's dress And I wouldn't look good in her dress You see my wife