Lyrics:
ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze,
nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got to do my bizzle
The only
the freak
I used to stop by and fuck about twice a week
And from the very first time I went to her house
Walked in the door and stuck my dick in her mouth
the pen
There once was some freaks from L.A.
Who came to New York to play (say somethin' nasty)
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor
next week
You can hear her shriek from the gas in her cheeks
Well, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a Greek that
Neighbors by the creek say that my house
But I like your type
And like T.I., it's whatever you like
Bring your girls, it's whatever the night
Your man just left
I'm the plumber tonight
I
slumber safely till the mother
Though we've by man outcast reviled
Oh Maiden see a maiden's sorrow
Oh Mother hear a suppliant child!
Ave Maria
Ave
Cathy's staying in to make sure nothing happens
All aboard the freak parade
I cover up my head and pray
I'm praying for the light
Down amongst the old
The years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the grass again,
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
The frost gleams where the flowers have
FREAK
By David Williams 2020
If you got a tail, or an extra head
Or you’ve got a third eye, and you ain’t born dead
are you chosen, are you holy,
(Taste it, taste it, taste it) [Repeats]
Here we go
Hey yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon
Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon
You ready to freak
you're just a freak like me (word?) (You're just like me)
If I had one wish in the world, I swear to God (uh)
It would be for girls to rock pearls,
But I like your type
And like T.I., it's whatever you like
Bring your girls, it's whatever the night
Your man just left
I'm the plumber tonight
I
come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I
lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop, place your
world
So dark and, oh, so cold, it's, oh, so cold
Oh, so cold, oh
Soon as my flow starts
I compose art like the ghost of Mozart
Even though they
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it
What's up with it yea
What's up with me and you though
What's up with it
O la ti me and you
Why do you stare
Do you think that I care?
You've been mislead
By the thoughts in your head
Your words waste and decay
Nothing you say
ain't gone do
Now look here boo, there's so many freaks up in here
And I done already been there, so I don't really care
Now you can take that, take
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(What you would do?)
Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you
Bet they be like "I know he tired
a camping ground
Cruise to cash get paid though
Need my pesos, chips, and queso
Need a freak of the week get my brains blown
Boss me up then I'm on my way ho,
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king
the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
She turn to freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some
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