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!
