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You Ever About To Fuck A Bitch,
And Before You Take Her Off You Can Smell Her Pussy In The Air?
About The Hotels Dawg?
Everybody to the hotel, got in the room,
And in the toilet,
dick on the seat,
And somebody on the towel.
Well this shit for you.
(Jamie Madrox)
Carbonation and puss in open wounds,
and old men that
chew stuff and chew,
Old bitches that smell like a hut,
They sit up at the mall on they break butt,
Butt and scabs,
secrections too,
There's a lot of weird people that in the world we do,
They jack off in rides, while watchin' the ladies walk by,
They go in the store and every product inside,
I say nobody it,
And they act like its a shot,
Is there a pubic floatin' in my pop,
Is a toe nail in the coleslaw again,
from them sick workin' up at Kentucky Fried Chicken,
The fuckers hate me and I know that they do,
Because they have to get to work when my ass through,
And if you,
Spit in my Imma kill you dude,
I know it might harsh,
But I'm Feelin' a strange to,
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' bumper to bumper in hour traffic,
got no hood ornament, I got an asshole magnet,
And it attracts half ass and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they like they want they trunk in they back seat,
And who is this tryin' to suicide,
You a grown ass man and you a fuckin' bike at night,
With dark like you got a death wish,
Get punk ass on the sidewalk punk bitch,
And this fucker crossing the street is takin' forever,
Like he tryin to out which side of the street he likes better,
Better pick if I press the gas,
And I'm goin' so fast
that swerve and clip his ass,
And this cop is in my pullin' me over,
And if I roll the down he gonna smell thee aroma,
out there reachin' for his gun,
I put my on the hood,
you paint it,
The is no good.
(Chorus)(4x)
They on freakin' me out,
keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
keep on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Pshychiatrist and in hotel beds,
Bitches who hit after they give head,
Sick fucks are the that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at young bitches while stroking coin purse,
Nurse and a cup of coffee black and ice cold,
It was hot he bought it three hours ago though,
He got a dish size nut stain on his pants,
And he a single column in search of finding some ass,
And the mother sit at home behind computer screens,
And discuss dirty sex wit a kid thats thirteen,
You Bitch!
I hope I catch you right,
Imma slit your wit the jagged edge of a survial knife,
Its fucks like this that make me tough,
And every parent in the world ready to handcuff,
kids,
And em' on a short leash and near,
But ain't no place safe cause sick are everywhere.
(Chorus)(4x)
keep on freakin' me out,
They on freakin' me out,
They keep on me out,
They keep on, Me Out.