B-Boys Makin' With The Freak Freak

Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee

Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee

Let me introduce myself on this cut

I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck

Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

I've got an old school flow like Mike Mcgill

'Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny

Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money

Got clientele, you know I rock well

And then you're on my dick because I'm d.f.l

Yeah, Mike 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit

I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working at it

I get my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason

Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station

Penn Station up on 8th ave.

Listen all why'all you get the ball bath

He's got the savoir-faire because he's debonair

Mike D with the vinyl with the grooves so rare

And the rhymes that we're are doo-doo

Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique

Been learning from the elders now it's time to speak

Oh that shit sounds nice

Mike D come on and get it on why'all

Talking shit about a mile a minute

Put the wax on the table and let the DJ spin it

Excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon

I'm gonna see the Knicks at Madison Square Garden

And like the Knicks I got game like I worked at Hasbro

On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo

The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo

You can't sleep 'cause you're little Cindy Lou Who

Down with the hurrah since the raising hell tour

Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more

Cindy what I didn't catch the last one

That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one

Well I'm not known for my speed raps

So grab the microphone and cut out the claps

Ah yea, I like that shit is kind of rough

I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up

I might seem out there, a little deranged

I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range

Well I'm the ladies' choice like I was J.J. Evans

Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens

I'm talking P.G.A. pro tour 2

I'm Doctor Beppers in my TV, in my golfing shoes

Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot

Then you throw me off the green because I'm strictly hip-hop

I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off

I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm Audi so check me

I've got the Timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green

I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things

I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro

I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe

Yea, the B-boys makin' with the freak freak, freak freak

Mario's callin' Nonni's about the pesto pizza

And then he's on a mission and he's checking for Peach-a

B- boys makin' with the freak freak

B- boys makin' with the freak freak

B- boys makin' with the freak freak

B- boys makin' with the freak freak