There was 1 September day that Papa worked 2 hard
First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard
Then he screamed at baby twice 4 throwin’ rocks at passin’ cars
Baby didn’t listen, so like a priceless work of art
He got snatched by his Papa who then opened up the closet door
And pushed the four-year-old down, onto the closet floor
Baby cried “I’m sorry, I won’t do it no more”
Papa said “Yeah, I know, that’s what this here’s 4”
Smack!
Ooh Papa…
Smack! Smack!
Ooh Papa…Papa…
Smack!
Ooh Papa…
Smack! Smack!
Ooh Papa…Papa…
As the door closes, baby starts 2 cry
“Please don’t lock me up again, without a reason why”
Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky
He said “How come I don’t love my woman?”
Then he took aim and died
Boom!
Papa…
Boom! Boom!
Papa…Papa
Boom!
Papa…
Boom! Boom!
Papa…Papa…
Don’t abuse children, or else they turn out like me
Fair 2 partly crazy, deep down we’re all the same
Every single 1 of us knows some kind of pain
In the middle of all that’s crazy, this 1 fact still remains
If u love somebody, your life won’t be in vain
And there’s always a rainbow, at the end of every rain
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