Freek Out (исполнитель: Jamie Madrox)

album: Phatso

You Ever Been About To [bad word] [bad word] 
And Before You Take Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her [bad word] In The Air?
What About The Hotels, Dawg?
Everybody been to the hotel, got in the room,
And [bad word] in the toilet, [bad word] hair on the seat,
And somebody blood on the towel.
Well this [bad word] here for you.

Carbonation and puss bubbles in open wounds,
Hospitals and old men that
chew stuff and spit chew,
Old [bad word] that smell like a fish hut,
They sit up at the mall on they break ache butt,
Butt [bad word] and scabs,
even secrections too,
There's a lot of weird people that live in the world we do,
They jack off in they rides, while watchin' the ladies walk by,
They go in the store and touch every product inside,
I say nobody sees it,
And they act like its a long shot,
Is there a pubic hair floatin' in my pop,
Is there a toe nail in the coleslaw again,
from them sick [bad word] workin' up at Kentucky Fried Chicken,
The mother [bad word] hate me and I know that they do,
Because they have to get to work when my [bad [bad word] through,
And if you,
Spit in my food Imma kill you dude,
I know it might seem harsh,
But I'm Feelin' a strange mood to

They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freaks me (4x) [bad word]  bumper to bumper [bad word] hour traffic,
Ain't got no hood ornament, I got an [bad word] magnet,
And it attracts every half [bad word] and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they breaks like they want they [bad word] in they back seat,
And who is this tryin' [bad word] suicide,
You a grown [bad word] man and you ridin' a [bad word]  bike at night,
With dark clothes like you got a death wish,
Get your punk [bad word] on the sidewalk punk [bad word] 
And this mother [bad word] crossing the street is takin' forever,
Like he tryin to figure out which side of the street he likes better,
Better pick fast if I press the gas,
And plus I'm goin' so fast
that Imma swerve and clip his [bad word] 
And this cop is in my rearview pullin' me over,
And if I roll the window down he gonna smell thee aroma,
He's out there reachin' for his gun,
I put my hands on the hood,
Anyway you paint it,
The situation is no good.

They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freaks me (4x)

Pshychiatrist and doctors in hotel beds, [bad word] who hit blunts after they give head,
Sick [bad word] are the ones that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at young [bad word] while stroking their coin purse,
Nurse and a cup of coffee thats black and ice cold,
It was hot when he bought it three hours ago though,
He got a dish plate size nut stain on his pants,
And he roaming a single column in search of finding some [bad word] 
And the mother [bad word] sit at home [bad word] screens,
And discuss dirty  wit a kid thats only thirteen,
You Sick [bad word] 
I hope I never catch you right,
Imma slit your throat wit the jagged edge of a survial knife,
Its [bad word] like this that make me worry tough,
And have every parent in the world ready to handcuff,
they kids,
And keep em' on a short leash and near,
But ain't no place safe cause sick [bad word] are everywhere.

They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freaks me (4x)
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