Kids

Hey, maybe you're a hater man You got a wife and three girls doin' all they can To be happy within a small floor plan, and you're a vile man I can only guess what may have happened to you To think that violence is cool Mainly against those innocent few that are forced to live with you Yeah, he beats his kids when he should treat his kids He throws a fit, then hits his kids He's an antiquated lunatic that beats and defeats his kids Well, I heard them cry and I heard them beg Your baby girl climbed around my legs She looked me in the eye, I heard her quietly say "Can I stay with you tonight?" Your wife's petrified and won't stand up to you Like it's what she's accustomed to Another night of knocking back a few Sees the cycles of abuse Against his terrified brood Well, he beats his kids and then he cheats his kids Pitches a fit, then hits his kids An irrelevant inebriate that beats and defeats his kids Yeah, he beats his kids and he deceits his kids And I pray that's all he does to them They're precious girls that don't deserve this shit So quit, don't hit your kids I know that I'm an outsider and we're living on the skids (living on the skids) But I'll deliver scissor kicks to this piss-all shit that hits his kids Well, I'm only 5'3 and a buck 15, but if I hear them call for me You can pray to the authorities to protect your liberties Well, he beats his kids and then he cheats his kids Pitches a fit, then hits his kids An irrelevant inebriate that beats and defeats his kids Yeah, he beats his kids when he should treat his kids And buy them ice cream sandwiches 'Cause they're previous girls who don't deserve his shit Legit, don't hit your kids Yeah, stop beating your kids Stop it!