Lyrics:
can realize the heart of rap recited by the Black
Eyed Peas, I'm a seize your income
And freeze all the competition and then some
I flip a show up in
Aah, freak out
Le freak, c'est chic
Freak out
Aah, freak out
Le freak, c'est chic
Freak out
Aah, freak out
Le freak, c'est chic
Freak out
Illustrated/introduction by
Richard Brautigan
south, thank God
Is still the same well, my Boston girl
She's read in the New York Times
That it was very chic now
To speak southern lines
Though she
again
Only human again
Poised and polished and gleaming with charm
I'll be courting again
Chic and sporting again
Which should cause severance husbands
This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort
Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan
Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
You got a dog face chic,
With basketball tit's.
Porno sucks,
That's the truth of it.
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,
Preachers at the church knowing, we still get by
(From this point on it only gets rougher)
Teachers at the school knowing
(From this point on it only gets
get through
Brown bags, sky high, I see angels in Chelsea
Wall street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by through the chain link
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic
Sell your holy habitats
This ship's been deserted by
The cops are well-groomed, with
Muscled physiques in butt town
Their tan uniforms are tailored in chic
In butt town
Any young black male who
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
you were late most every night
I was a prisoner by my own device
And what about your distant cousin?
You know the one that lives in France
No
not yet
But while summer, I bet
I get my next child from her
Have a baby by me playin' as loud as I wanna
My checks, they pile, runneth over
Older
freak out!
Le freak, c'est chic
Freak out!
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by everyone
through the mystery
Of old devil sex
Josephine
Josephine
From the first was rather chic
As a tot
She would trot
Through the island of martinique
Her
them Corn Rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's
Alright now,
You might have a body of a goddess,
Like your cologne by Burberry.
But I fell for your brains,
I don't really understand our
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
This song is our introduction to the world
This song is the standard we are setting for ourselves as artists
This song is a statement that we are not
(Introduction)
A poem written by Maya Scott is recited
Due to daylight savings the sun sets early
Two friends are hanging outside of the local gas
My name is Zach, but I go by Pabz
And uh this is a collection of thoughts
About having fun, being alone and feeling okay with that
Going out
already fucking and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next
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