Papa Roach

I kill the rhyme again, I'm comin' sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside where people hide
Within it, chemical unbalanced on the triple beam
Fuck what you heard, it's about what I ssen
I seen it happen, back hand brand to face smackin'
Definite disorder, now his mindset is blackened
The doctor say he's got the brain of a murderer
This rugged style steals your brian like a burglar
My heart is bleeding and this pain will not pass
It's not receding my body going numb
A bad trip child, rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
Go away, I want to be thrown away
Born sick, nothing in his hands but his dick