Papa Roach

Wont you join my powwow
Wont you be my soul pal
Flyin like the birds
We aint droppin no turds
Were freakin cause were born to
Can you feel the vibe
You wanna dance to the beat
We wont drop you like a load
Pee-roach is not feeble
We aint close to evil
We hip hop freaks
Like the 3bs
People shown me trash
I cant get with that
My homey will is bustin out cause hes a freaked
Out cat
I go on with the words like billyjoebob
Auction me off like a bicycle
Tricycle
Ill knock you on the ground
Ill hit you in the head
And youll still be my friend
Im 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
Cant reach the ground
Our musics 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
Tthats down and all my brothers & sisters
Wanna give them a pound
Onion hardcore