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Papa Roach Old Friends From Young Years DirtyCutFreak Won't you join my powwow 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 |
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