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The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · Cluck Cluck/Freak Freak [CD5/Cassette] (The Product G&B) · Freak the Freak Out (Victoria Justice) · Le Freak: Live (Chic) · Freak of Nature [Bonus Disc] (Anastacia) · Control Freak (Kevin O'Donnell) · Welcome to the Freak Show: Live in Concert (dc Talk) · Freak Show (Silverchair) · Freak 'N' Roll... Into the Fog (The Black Crowes) – and 90 other albums »


to turn until the carnival of freaks passed her by
And whisked her away to where diamonds are halos

Every little bit helps. Believe me
Every little bit
wake, c'mon get, ya head game

Lookin' down the end of a 12 gauge shotgun
Get some c'mon, baby, get some
No one gonna see who the freak is gonna be until
a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each of your eyes
Repetition's at its end
How does it feel
rifles and Tecs
And breakin' niggas' necks like bad checks
Outrageous with 12 gauges, 'L.A. Times' front pages
Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages
off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the Ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, I ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads
??? by the police local papers call this justice I call it murder ??? with a club in his hand ??? I watched you beat my friend to the ground let you
bottle of booze

My baits a' runnin a little low

Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage

I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good

Well just down
Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages
Leavin' mingled bodies hangin' on stages
Collapse fools with raps, peeelin' caps with straps
Twistin' off
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
the fat brown bags of the good shit 
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though 
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store 
Broke as fuck kinda
I got my fat, sweet mama drop me off by the river
I got a joint, 3 Millers and 12 chicken livers
I got a spot ‘neath the bridge by the expressway
stick y'all up

(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up
(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up

12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
1 AM DJ made it
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo

It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
what it is
And every time I climb I wind up back on the skids
You always stood by me
When the natives start to whine

[Chorus: x2]

You're like
from the ghetto nation

Out on the lawn, ya strip the car down
And you're sippin' corn on the porch
If the neighbors complain, open up the 12-gauge
Shut
a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
on the Real Thing
Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun 
Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam
Honey please you're my daughter
I guess she forgot all
a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
dead to me- you re dead to me, all dead to me
Dead dead you re soon to be dead
I put a 12-gauge under my chin
Dead to me- you re dead to me- you re
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
it
Er camble, I ramble and gamble and scramble
The whole architect of this beat
Check this out you little ol freak

3
When I was 12
I was told by