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Freaky freaky freaky people |
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Freaky freaky freaky people |
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Freaky freaky freaky people |
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Freaky freaky freaky people |
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[Chorus] |
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Those freaks |
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Look at their hair |
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Look what they wear |
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Everyone stares |
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(Look at me!) |
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Look at those freaks |
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Look at their clothes |
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Everyone knows |
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It's a whore show |
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[Krizz Kaliko] |
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I never fit in with the in crowd |
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So me and myself, we play penpals |
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(WOW) |
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And when I got older I freaked out |
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The crazyness, startin' to leak out |
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(NOW) |
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And when I met this crazy dude |
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He told me eatin' MC's was his favourite food |
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He had me really whiled out |
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Tryin' to dye my hair |
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Yo I'm already funny lookin', give them a reason to stare |
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But juggalo's and juggalette's, again |
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We take a note for when ya left, discend |
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And that's supposed to play my mec, this in |
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Cause if I don't, then imma check, ya chil-lin |
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Somebody take the top of my thinker |
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I'm mergin' in your lane and I ain't usin' a blinker |
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Cause I get the people off their seats |
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On they feet, they see freaks |
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[CHORUS] |
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[Tech N9ne] |
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I don't, have |
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Nothin' in common with the rappers, past |
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Because I never went to gym right after, class |
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I never liked sports |
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Or any sort of events on the court, I abort |
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Immediately, |
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They label me conceded |
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Really I just needed to be |
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Free to be leaded my leader |
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Preceded to read it |
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Superceded to greet it my creet it |
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Beat it, defeat it |
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People heat it, they can eat it for me |
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I think different, I just have to do me |
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With the painted face |
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Go ahead and laugh but you'll see |
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Got the woman that you never get act so loosely |
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Round the Nina baby |
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Ready to sass seduce me |
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They don't really care I read up on Manson |
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Son of Sam, they answerin' |
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For a killer Kansion |
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Freaky dreams of tamprun, with a sexy van |
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But a booty like Allena Hansen, Dancin' |
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[CHORUS] |
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[Krizz Kaliko] |
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Now look at Tech N9ne with his painted up, |
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Painted up face |
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Blame it on him, and it ain't a disgrace |
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Look at how they wear their hair spiked up |
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In a crowd mosh pit, setting way turned up |
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The songs, it's all about drinkin' and sex |
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What you expect? |
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Do you even think about the effects |
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Of the kids that's lookin' up to ya |
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It's up to ya |
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We take our middle finger and turn it up to ya |
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Cause we tattoo everything, and pierce everything |
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We drink every day, and smoke ever green |
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Generation X |
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We put the rap in the sub burst |
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Punk rock in the projects |
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The snake in the back is back |
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And if ya hate, better wait |
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Better play the back |
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Cause they scream from the nosebleed seeds |
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On the feet, the meet to see freaks |
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[CHORUS] |
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Now freaky people clap your hands like this |
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Freaky people clap your hands like that |
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Now everybody clap your hands like this |
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Everybody clap your hands from big Pruis |
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[CHORUS] |
