| Now, freaky, freaky, freaky people
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| Freaky, freaky, freaky people
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| Freaky, freaky, freaky people
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| Freaky, freaky, freaky people
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| Those freaks
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| Look at their hair
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| Look what they wear
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| Everyone stares
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| (Look at me!)
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| Look at those freaks
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| Look at their clothes
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| Everyone knows
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| It’s all for show
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| I never fit in with the in crowd
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| So me and myself became penpals, wow!
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| And when I got older I freaked out
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| The craziness started to leak out
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| Now, when I met this crazy dud-e
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| Told me eatin' MC’s was his favourite foodie
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| Had me really wilding out and tryin' dyeing my hair
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| Yo, I’m already funny lookin', give them a reason to stare
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| But juggalos and juggalettes, again
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| We take a note for when ya let us in
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| And I’m supposed to take my med-ic-ine
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| Cause if I don’t, then I’mma check ya chin-lin
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| Somebody take the top of my thinker
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| I’m mergin' in your lane and I ain’t usin' a blinker
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| Cause I get the people off of their seats
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| On they feet they geek to see freaks
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| I don’t, have
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| Nothin' in common with the rappers, past
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| Because I never went to gym right after class
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| I never liked sports
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| Or any sort of events on the court, I abort
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| Immediately
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| They label me conceded
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| Really I just needed to be
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| Free to be leaded my leader
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| Preceded to read it
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| Superceded to greet it my creet it
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| Beat it, defeat it
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| People heat it, they can eat it for me
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| I think different, I just have to do me
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| With the painted face
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| Go ahead and laugh but you’ll see
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| Got the woman that you never get act so loosely
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| Round the Nina baby
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| Ready to sass seduce me
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| They don’t really care I read up on Manson
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| Son of Sam, they answerin'
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| For a killer Kansion
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| Freaky dreams of tamprun, with a sexy van
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| But a booty like Allena Hansen, dancin'
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| Now look at Tech N9ne with his painted up, painted up face
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| Blame it on him and it ain’t a disgrace
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| Look at how they wear their hair spiked up
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| In a crowd mosh pits and they’re way turned up
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| Their songs is all about drinkin' and sex
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| What d’you expect?
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| Do you even think about the effects
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| Of the kids that’s lookin' up to ya
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| It’s up to ya
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| We take our middle finger and we turn it up to ya
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| Cause we tattoo everything and pierce everything
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| We drink every day, and smoke evergreen
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| Generation X
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| We put the rap in the sub-urbs
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| Punk rock in the projects
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| The snake and the bat is back
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| And if ya hate, better wait
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| Better play the back
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| Cause they scream from the nosebleed seeds
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| On the feet they geek to see freaks
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| Now freaky people clap your hands like this
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| Freaky people clap your hands like that
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| Now everybody clap your hands like this
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| Everybody clap your hands for Big Krizz |