Frisk We Are The Frist
oison pen pirates your turn to listen We'll never ever
play in your stinkin' town
We're just five minutes away from your house
Satin over scratches here's the splash down
We romp and roam through the cobra zone- We are all the
Frisk
Never known to let well enough alone- We are all the
Frisk
We are a raging cyclone- We are the Frisk- with a steel
backbone
We disown the life monotone
Fast lean running front line bass
Mach five thunder hypersonic freight
Headlong hell-bound always on the high ground
Ease slide in safe never hyperventilate
We're just five minutes away from your street
Precision beat brings the burning white heat
Who are The Frisk? We are the Frisk!