Freaks

Freaky freaky freaky people

Freaky freaky freaky people

Freaky freaky freaky people

Freaky freaky freaky people

Those freaks

Look at their hair

Look what they wear

Everyone stares

(Look at me!)

Look at those freaks

Look at their clothes

Everyone knows

It's a whore show

I never fit in with the in crowd

So me and myself, we play penpals

(WOW)

And when I got older I freaked out

The crazyness, startin' to leak out

(NOW)

And when I met this crazy dude

He told me eatin' MC's was his favourite food

He had me really whiled out

Tryin' to dye my hair

Yo I'm already funny lookin', give them a reason to stare

But juggalo's and juggalette's, again

We take a note for when ya left, discend

And that's supposed to play my mec, this in

Cause if I don't, then I'm a check, ya chil-lin

Somebody take the top of my thinker

I'm mergin' in your lane and I ain't usin' a blinker

Cause I get the people off their seats

On they feet, they see freaks

I don't, have

Nothin' in common with the rappers, past

Because I never went to gym right after, class

I never liked sports

Or any sort of events on the court, I abort

Immediately,

They label me conceded

Really I just needed to be

Free to be leaded my leader

Preceded to read it

Superceded to greet it my creet it

Beat it, defeat it

People heat it, they can eat it for me

I think different, I just have to do me

With the painted face

Go ahead and laugh but you'll see

Got the woman that you never get act so loosely

Round the Nina baby

Ready to sass seduce me

They don't really care I read up on Manson

Son of Sam, they answerin'

For a killer Kansion

Freaky dreams of tamprun, with a sexy van

But a booty like Allena Hansen, Dancin'

Now look at Tech N9ne with his painted up,

Painted up face

Blame it on him, and it ain't a disgrace

Look at how they wear their hair spiked up

In a crowd mosh pit, setting way turned up

The songs, it's all about drinkin' and sex

What you expect?

Do you even think about the effects

Of the kids that's lookin' up to ya

It's up to ya

We take our middle finger and turn it up to ya

Cause we tattoo everything, and pierce everything

We drink every day, and smoke ever green

Generation X

We put the rap in the sub burst

Punk rock in the projects

The snake in the back is back

And if ya hate, better wait

Better play the back

Cause they scream from the nosebleed seeds

On the feet, the meet to see freaks

Now freaky people clap your hands like this

Freaky people clap your hands like that

Now everybody clap your hands like this

Everybody clap your hands from big Pruis