Freaks - Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne

Now, 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 all for show

I never fit in with the in crowd

So me and myself became penpals, wow!

And when I got older I freaked out

The craziness started to leak out

Now, when I met this crazy dud-e

Told me eatin' MC’s was his favourite foodie

Had me really wilding out and tryin' dyeing my hair

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

But juggalos and juggalettes, again

We take a note for when ya let us in

And I’m supposed to take my med-ic-ine

Cause if I don’t, then I’mma check ya chin-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 of their seats

On they feet they geek to 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Superceded to greet it my creet it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 pits and they’re way turned up

Their songs is all about drinkin' and sex

What d’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 we turn it up to ya

Cause we tattoo everything and pierce everything

We drink every day, and smoke evergreen

Generation X

We put the rap in the sub-urbs

Punk rock in the projects

The snake and the bat is back

And if ya hate, better wait

Better play the back

Cause they scream from the nosebleed seeds

On the feet they geek 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 for Big Krizz