Papa Roach — Cheez-Z-Fux

[Verse 1] Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin He's trying to say that he's trapped He's got gold chains and hairy chest He's making me sick in his Saturday night best Shut your mouth, play on bounced Money could be a... Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin What is your sign sweetcakes? Have I seen You somewhere before? Can I check your tags? I swear you were made in Heaven! Disco fever, trampy hoes El Comino and a confidential Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin The butterfly colour In the city gone pumpin, pumpin, pumpin, pumpin .. Put on your fatty gold chain You're pimpin' and struttin' your stuff Your walking down the aisle, acting like you're above Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin' The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin' The butterfly colour 1 .. 2 .. 3 .. STOP! Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin' The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin' The butterfly colour Then he saw the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen That wide brimmed hat, that fake pink fur coat And those fishnet stockings She was just like him, she was just like him She was just like him A PIMP!