Papa Roach - Cheez-Z-Fux lyrics

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

John Travolta, neon bounce
Horny, campy, and a Dry Martini, yeah
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!