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