B-Boys Makin' With the Freak Freak

I'm Ad Rock, I'm lit like a motherfuck

So grab the microphone and cut out the claps
You can't sleep 'cause you're little Cindy Loo Hoo
I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working at it
Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money
I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill
I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up
Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique

Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
And the rhymes that we're are doo doo
Well I'm the ladies' choice like I was J.J. Evans
He's got the savior faire because he's debonair
Yeah, the b-boys makin' with the freak, freak, freak
Put the wax on the table and let the D.J. spin it
And then you're on my dick because I'm D.F.L.
Mike D with the vinyl with the grooves so rare
Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
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
Cyndy what I didn't catch the last one
Yeah, yeah
Penn Station up on 8th Ave
Talking shit about a mile a minute
Mario's calling Nonni's about the Pesto Pizza
And like the Knicks I got game like I worked at Hasbro

Putting songs together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee
Listen all y'all you get the ball bath
I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro
Shee, if this gon be that kind of a party
Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens
Well I'm not known for my speed raps

I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
Mike D come on and get it on y'all
I'm gonna see the Knicks at Madison Square Garden
And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha
I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
I'm gonna stick my dick in a mashed potato
Got clientele, you know I rock well
'Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny
Play up
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
The rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green
I might seem out there, a little deranged
Oh that shit sounds nice
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

I been learning from the elders now it's time to speak

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee
I'm talking P.G.A. Pro Tour 2

Yeah, Mike 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things
On the mic I Bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
I get my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason

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

Ah yeah, I like that shit is kind of rough

Doctor Beppers on the TV, in my golfing shoes
Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
Let me introduce myself on this cut
That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one

Down with the hurra since the raising hell tour

Excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon?