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B-Boys Makin With The Freak Freak lyrics
Putting Songs Together Ain t No Puzzle Like Yahtzee
Sending This Out To K-Rob And Rahmalzee
Let Me Introduce Myself On This Cut
I m Ad Rock, I m Lit Like A Motherfuck
Well, I m Brewing Up Rhymes Like I Was Using A Still
Kickin An Old School Flow Like Mike McGill
Cause Yauch s On The Upright, The Shit Just Ain t Funny
Got Fat Bass Lines Like Russel Simmons Steals Money
Got Clientele, You Know I Rock Well
And Then You re On My Dick Because I m D.F.L.
Yeah, Mike Cause Playing The Bass Is My Favorite Shit
I Might Be A Hack On The Stand Up But I m 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 Y all You get The Ball Bath
He s Got The Savior Faire Because He s Debonair
Mike D With The Vinyl With The Grooves So Rare
And The Rhymes That We re Are Doo Doo
Shit, if it s going to be that kind of a party
I m gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes
Been Makin With The Freak Freak, So Unique
I Been Learning From The Elders Now It s Time To Speak
Oh That Shit Sounds Nice
Mike D Come On And Get It On Y all
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
I m 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 Can t Sleep Cause You re Little Cindy Loo Hoo
Down With The Hurra Since The Raising Hell Tour
Just Listen To His Cuts There s No Reason To Tell More
Cindy What I Didn t Catch The Last One
That Shit Sounded Kinda Nice, But Bust A Fast One
Well I m 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
I ll Grab The Microphone And Fuck It Up
I Might Seem Out There, A Little Deranged
I ve Got To Cool Off, Catch Me On The Driving Range
Well I m The Ladies Choise Like I Was J.J. Evans
Legalize The Weed And I ll Say Thank Heavens
I m Talking P.G.A. Pro Tour 2
I m Doctor Beppers In My T.V., In My Golfing Shoes
Pass Me An Iron And I ll Bust A Chip Shot
Then You Throw Me Off The Green Because I m Strictly Hip-Hop
I ll Grab The Tee, I ll Tee Off
I ll Grab The Golf Clubs And I m Off, I m Audi- So Check Me
I ve Got The Timbos On My Toes When I m Not On The Green
I ve Got The Costom Made Boots With The Spikey Things
I m Working On My Driving Cause I m Going Pro
I ve Got The Funky Fly Golf Gear From Head To Toe
Yea, The B-Boys Makin With The Freak Freak
Mario s Nagging Nonni s About The Pesto Pizza
And Then He s On A Mission And He s Checking For Peacha
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