'em and See the 6 then I want 'em in It ain't a secret, bet that I slide 'em with something I could Freak with and do that freak shit And I'm stepping
stashed in a coffee carton and kicks) (Good lookin' for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks) And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things I keep freak
once and for all You couldn't stop me if you build a wall See I'm sure you deliver like DHL But when I deliver I'm doing it well I'm taking, freaking
cake in it) crooklyn keeps on takin it (queens cats been making it) [Tek] i do this for my soldiers in the streets who stand toast to toast with the
Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin' out malarchy My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo,
and soft Come here, baby, I'ma break U off With a see-through nightgown, she got to be Spanish Brassiere, baby, come over here The mamacita, lick the ice off her back when I freak
out here (uh-huh) So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time Y'know? (C'mon) I'm the most wanted baby fathe, save the drama We toast when I wine
that's drafty Then wakin' up my throat scratchy that's how I spit it nasty They short, a few inches North of a dwarf My flow's Murcielago, ghostin' them narcos Toast
so hustle Gon', gon' get it and get me that Gon', gon' get it and get me that First to the third, I'm close to the curb Toast to the bird, now I'm posted
on some cat's singin' a happy song About a woman who wakes him up every morning and loves him Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life butters his toast
Now Freaks on the floor Freaks on the floor One, two, one, two (Freaks on the floor) Light up another one, dude (Freaks on the floor) Now, one, two,
stop until the break of dawn Singin' on n' n' on n' on on n' on Rock rock yall throw it on the floor I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak ya there
gets dat dough plain rose gold why I got yo ho dont even mention da flow I dont even like rap I just do it for da scraps got chrome on my lac toast
's, you ride hard, I ride drop And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low And I'm two cars back with the four-four And it freaks you
Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click (And that's how it go) And that's it nigga (If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show Ya
see the D's creepin past me Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart Friend or foe, freak for
that I could be Anything I wanted to so I became me Mickey Avalon the kid who runs free Serving sucka MC's and getting paid for my delivery I freak
toast, When I'm grabbin 'em, I'll be baggin' them like a coach Condos in queens, head blown for weeks Feelin' up the cheeks of the 'put it in ya mouth' freaks