Interpret:

Papa Roach

Album:

Old Friends from Young Years

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 
That's down and all my brothers & sisters 
Wanna give them a pound 
onion hardcore