Bugs Nasty - FREAK

Yeah, this one is dedicated to all the freaks
We gon' get em, let's go
Momma said never settle for second best son
That's why the pedal to the metal
Bitch, I'm ready and it's on
I traded friends for a microphone
Pens and a vikoden
To ease all this pain from the pins, I've been writhing in
Ridin' on a mission for the paper and the glory
So I'm siding with Republicans by faking that I'm 40
With a 40 in my right hand, left on the steering wheel
50 over 55, yes, I'ma keep it real
Yes, Imma see my dream as soon as I can get to sleep
No, I won't stop till this music is the death of me
The feds will see the death threats I'm gettin' and forget that
These motherfuckers don't mince words, no syntax
So kick back and listen while I get it in a nasty style
Faster than a rabbit, I be fuckin' with these bastards while
I'm singin' all my sad songs, party till I drop
All while goin' hard like a Mardi Gras cop
They call me Two-Face I'm just a fool to stay with me
And I'll show you what a freak goes through

Written by:
CRAIG DARROD ALLEN

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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