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

Yeah, yeah
Putting songs together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee
Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee
Let me introduce myself on this cut
I'm Ad Rock, I'm lit like a mother***k

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 **** just ain't funny
Got fat b*** lines like Russel Simmons steals money

Got clientele, you know I rock well
And then you're on my **** because I'm D.F.L.
Yeah, Mike 'cause playing the b*** is my favorite ****
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 y'all you get the ball bath

He's got the savior faire because he's debonair
Mike D with the vinyl with the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that we're are doo doo

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
Shee, if this gon be that kind of a party
I'm gonna stick my **** in a mashed potato
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique
I been learning from the elders now it's time to speak
Oh that **** sounds nice
Mike D come on and get it on y'all

Talking **** about a mile a minute
Put the wax on the table and let the D.J. spin it
Excuse me mother***kers, 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 Loo Hoo

Down with the hurra since the raising hell tour
Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more
Cyndy what I didn't catch the last one
That **** 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 yeah, I like that **** is kind of rough
I'll grab the microphone and ***k it up

Play 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
Doctor Beppers on the TV, in my golfing shoes
P*** me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green 'cause 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
Yeah, the b-boys makin' with the freak, freak, freak
Mario's calling Nonni's about the Pesto Pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha

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