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LYRICS FROM：Billy Decker
You Ever Been About To F**k A b***h
And Before You Take Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her p***y In The Air
What About The Hotels Dawg
Everybody been to the hotel got in the room
And s**t in the toilet
D**k hair on the seat
And somebody blood on the towel
Well this s**t here for you
Jamie Madrox
Carbonation and puss bubbles in open wounds
Hospitals and old men that
Chew stuff and spit chew
Old b***hes that smell like a fish hut
They sit up at the mall on they break ache butt
Butt crust 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 it's a long shot
Is there a pubic hair floatin' in my pop
Is there a toe nail in the coleslaw again
From them sick b***hes workin' up at Kentucky Fried Chicken
The mother f**kers hate me and I know that they do
Because they have to get to work when my a*s come through
And if you
Spit in my food I'mma kill you dude
I know it might seem harsh
But I'm Feelin' a strange mood to
4x
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on Freeks Me Out
Jamie Madrox
Runnin' bumper to bumper in rush hour traffic
Ain't got no hood ornament I got an asshole magnet
And it attracts every half a*s and dead beat
Who wanna pump they breaks like they want they trunk in they back seat
And who is this tryin' to commit suicide
You a grown a*s man and you ridin' a f**kin' bike at night
With dark clothes like you got a death wish
Get your punk a*s on the sidewalk punk b***h
And this mother f**ker 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 I'mma swerve and clip his a*s
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
4x
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on Freeks Me Out
Jamie Madrox
Pshychiatrist and doctors in hotel beds
B***hes who hit blunts after they give head
Sick f**ks are the ones that I hate the worst
Lookin' at young b***hes while stroking their coin purse
Nurse and a cup of coffee that's 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 a*s
And the mother f**kers sit at home behind computer screens
And discuss dirty s*x wit a kid that's only thirteen
You Sick b***h
I hope I never catch you right
I'mma slit your throat wit the jagged edge of a survial knife
Its f**ks 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 f**ks are everywhere
4x
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on freakin' me out
They keep on Freaks Me Out
