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B-Boys Makin' with the Freak Freak

Salt lick...ahh, yeah

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
(oh-oh)
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak (somethin' brand new for you)
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Yeah
Yeah

Puttin' songs together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee
Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rammellzee

Well, let me introduce myself on this cut (woo)
I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck

Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
Kickin' it old school flow like Mike McGill

'Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny
Got fat bass lines like Russell 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 got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason
Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station (yeah)

Penn Station, up on 8th Ave
Listen all y'all, you get the ball back

He's got the savior faire because he's debonair
Well, Mike D with the vinyl, with the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that we're kickin' are doo-doo

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Shit, if this is gonna be that kind of party
I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak


Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique
I've 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 DJ spin it

Well, excuse me, motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon?
I'm gonna see the Knicks up 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

Well, the rhymes are stupid to make you go cuckoo
You can't sleep 'cause you're Cindy Lou Who

Well, down with the Hurra since the Raising Hell tour
Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more (yeah)

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, yeah, I like that shit is kind of rough
I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up

A'ight

Well, I might seem out there, just a little deranged
I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range

Well, I'm the ladies' choice 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 on the TV in my golfin' shoes

Ah, pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green 'cause I'm strictly hip-hop (yeah)
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 custom-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

Yeah, the B-Boys makin' with the freak freak 'cause it's unique unique

Mario's nagging Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

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