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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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