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Papa Roach » Infest |
My name's Coby Dick Mr. Dick if your nasty Rock a mic with a voice that's raspy 'Cause I'm poetic in my operations My God given talent is to rock all the nations
Infest, the theory of my first manifesto Push ya wig back with my Lyrical pistol Blow now Papa Roach is on your mental Bangin' like your head piece it's just that simple Cock back and unleash with my physical Wrap you in my thoughts and become indivisble Centrifugal forces individuals into my mind As we rock into ritual
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You better do just what we say And if you don't then you'll pay
CHORUS: We're going to infest We're getting in your head What is wrong with the world today The government, media, or your family
Now, that i got your attention Did I forget to mention All the head we be INFESTING Hope ya'll people learn your leason 'Cause the game of life is crazy Got all the people guessin' What is wrong with the world today The government, media, or your family Would you cry if i died today I think it you be better if you did not say
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First, they shackle your feet Then they stand you in a line Then they beat you like meat Then they grab you by your mind
We will infest, die like the rest People are the problem today
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