Freaks Songtext
von Krizz Kaliko feat. Tech N9ne

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
Look at me, Look at me


I never fit in with the in crowd
So me and myself, we play penpals, wow
And when I got older I freaked out
The craziness, started to leak out, now
Now when I met this crazy dude
He told me eatin' MC′s was his favourite food
He 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 medicine
'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

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
Look at me, Look at me


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Superceded to greet it my creet it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 sexy booty like Allena Hansen, dancin'

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
Look at me, Look at me

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 pit, setting way turned up
The songs, it's all about drinkin′ and sex
What 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 turn it up to ya
'Cause we tattoo everything, and pierce everything
We drink every day, and smoke ever green
Generation X
We put the rap in the sub burst
Punk rock in the projects
The snake in the back is back
And if ya hate, better wait
Better play the back
′Cause they scream from the nosebleed seeds
On the feet, the meet to see freaks

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
Look at me, Look at me

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 from big Pruis

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
Look at me, Look at me