Papa Roach - Dirtycutfreak lyrics

Won't you be my soul pal

Flyin like the birds

We ain't droppin no turds

We're freakin cause we're born to

Can you feel the vibe

You wanna dance to the beat

We won't drop you like a load

Pee-Roach is not feeble

We ain't close to evil

We hip hop freaks

Like the 3B's

People shown me trash

I can't get with that

My Homey Will is bustin out cause he's a freaked

out cat

I go on with the words like BillyJoeBob

Auction me off like a bicycle

Tricycle

I'll knock you on the ground

I'll hit you in the head

And you'll still be my friend

I'm a dirtycutfreak

Livin in the fourth dimension

Not payin attention to the fools around me

I sling fat rhymes see

Your head is bouncin up and down

All around

So high on life your feet

Can't reach the ground

Our music's not for

The weak at heart

Got the power from the flower

Cause we never act hard

Just flowin on freakstyle

All the while

I will go thousands of miles

To make your booty smile

I give peace and love to all my peoples

Tthat's down and all my brothers & sisters

Wanna give them a pound

onion hardcore