My name's Coby Dick Mr. Dick if you're 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
mentel bangin' like your head piece it's just that simple cock back
and unleash with my physical wrap you in my thoughts and become
indivisible centrifugal, forces individuals into my mind as we rock into
ritual
Pre-Chorus: You better do just what we say and if you don't
then you will 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 heads we be infesting hope y'all people learn your
lessons '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 be better if you did
not say
Pre-Chorus Chorus
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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