Freak Freak

Putting song together aint no puzzle like yahtzee

Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee

Let me introduce myself on this cut

Im ad rock, Im lit like a motherfuck

Well, Im brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

Ive got an old school flow like mike mcgill

cause yauchs on the upright, the shit just aint funny

Got fat bass lines like russel simmons steals money

Got clientele, you know I rock well

And then youre on my dick because Im d.f.l.

Yeah, mike cause playing the bass is my favorite shit

I might be a hack on the stand up but Im working at it

I get my hair cut correct like anthony mason

Then I ride the i.r.t. right up to penn station

Penn station up on 8th ave.

Listen all yall you get the ball bath

Hes got the savior faire because hes debonair

Mike d with the vinyl with the grooves so rare

And the rhymes that were are doo doo

Been makin with the freak freak, so unique

Been learning from the elders now its time to speak

Oh that shit sounds nice

Mike d come on and get it on yall

Talking shit about a mile a minute

Put the wax on the table and let the d.j. spin it

Excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon

Im gonna see the knicks at madison square garden

And like the knicks I got game like I worked at hasbro

On the mic I bug, like I was prince jazzbo

The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo

You cant sleep cause youre little cindy loo hoo

Down with the hurra since the raising hell tour

Just listen to his cuts theres no reason to tell more

Cyndy what I didnt catch the last one

That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one

Well Im not known for my speed raps

So grab the microphone and cut out the claps

Ah yea, I like that shit is kind of rough

Ill grab the microphone and fuck it up

I might seem out there, a little deranged

Ive got to cool off, catch me on the driving range

Well Im the ladies choise like I was j.j. evans

Legalize the weed and Ill say thank heavens

Im talking p.g.a. pro tour 2

Im doctor beppers in my t.v., in my golfing shoes

Pass me an iron and Ill bust a chip shot

Then you throw me off the green because Im strictly hip-hop

Ill grab the tee, Ill tee off

Ill grab the golf clubs and Im off, Im audi- so check me

Ive got the timbos on my toes when Im not on the green

Ive got the costom made boots with the spikey things

Im working on my driving cause Im going pro

Ive got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe

Yea, the b-boys makin with the freak freak

Marios nagging nonnis about the pesto pizza

And then hes on a mission and hes checking for peacha