Freaks Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Freaks get naked, freaks get naked 

Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby 

Freaks get naked, freaks get naked 

Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby 

Girl I feel the way you love me, hold me at night and hug me 

You got the phone from my pocket to beep me and bug me 

Forget the do rag, I ain't no thug, gee, I'm more bugged gee 

Sleep in the bathtub, get rid of the waterbed 

Move your thongs out to the side 

Forget the the room, hotel lobby, I bone on the rug, gee 

Reset the tripod, filming women like Rocco 

Putting their hands between their legs, with ecstasy 

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I feed the girls like cats, Purina to go 

Here's your bowl, they always jump out the shower 

Doggy style on the couch, with their heads shedding on my pants 

Rubbing next to me, you pay me, I'll pull out a [unverified] gee 

You changed up on me, now you gotta pee 

Freaks get naked, freaks get naked 

Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby 

Freaks get naked, freaks get naked 

Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby 

Trojans in the green pack, you lay on the kitchen table 

And lean back, fruit cocktail and pancakes syrup 

Flow down your butt crack, ice cream around your pelvis 

You're a star, baby, buy a ticket from New York 

You wanna meet guys like me, directors in Hollywood 

You wanna sell this, win awards in Vegas, slide your G-strings off 

You're wit' the top film makers, mid-town traffic 

I'm meeting with Black Tail, you're talking to fakers 

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I own a factory, my workers are thong makers 

Black woman with Carribean shakers 

I've been doin' this since Time Square Arcades had Space Invaders 

Removing your panties off slow on Penn Station escalators 

I love lesbians, they're not haters hunny, you graduated to booty shorts 

Hands around the missal, you made it to the majors 

Pick a condom, cherry, strawberry, blue berry 

I got all flavors, I got all the flavors 

Freaks get naked, freaks get naked 

Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby 

Freaks get naked, freaks get naked 

Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby 

You make the appetizers, I'ma reconnect the DVD's 

The television is clear, ghetto booty in progress 

Adjust the antennas, hunny, no need for cable 

I fix the triple X wires, don't lie if you're on your time of the month 

You don't have to rush, 'cause internal problems can hold 

I don't want the room to smell like car tires 

I'm sipping stolichnayas, butterscotch 

Soaking your G-spot area from Breyer's 

Don't fool yourself with the toys under your bed 

You're deniers, no time to hurt you, they're looking for screamers 

I'm looking for cryers, admire your bed sheet you're on 

Careful planning, the one I need to teach you on 

No regular movie, I rather watch porn 

Freaks get naked, freaks get naked 

Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby 

Freaks get naked, freaks get naked 

Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby