B-boys makin' with the freak, freak (4X)   Oh yeah, somethin' brand new, for you   Yeah, yeah, puttin' songs together   Ain't no puzzle like yahtzee   Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee   Now let me introduce myself on this cut   I'm AD Rock I'm lit, like a motherfuck   Well I'm brewin' up rhymes like I was usin' a still   I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill   This yacht's on the upright, this shit just ain't funny   Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money    I've got clientele you know I rock well   And then you're on my dick because I'm D.F.L.   Yeah Mike, cause playin' the bass is my favorite shit   Might be a hack on the stand up, but I'm workin' at it   I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason   Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station   Yeah, uh Penn Station up on 8th ave.   Listen all a 'yall, you'll get the ball bath   He's got the savior faire because he's debonair   Mike D with the vinyl and the grooves so rare   And the rhymes that we're makin' are doo doo      B-boys makin' with the freak, freak (3X)   Shit, if it's gonna be that kinda party   I'm gonna stick my dick in the mash potatoes   Ah ha ha!!!   B-boys makin' with the freak, freak      Been makin' with the freak, freak so unique   I've been learner from the elders now it's time to speak   Ohh (echoing)   That shit sounds nice   Mike D come on and get it on y'all   Talkin' shit about a mile a minute   Put the wax on the table, let the DJ spin it   Well excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon   I'm gonna see the Knicks up at Madison Square Garden   Like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro   On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo   And the rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo   You can't sleep cause you're Cindy Loo Hoo   Down with the Hurra since the Raisin' Hell Tour   Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more   Yeah, Cindy what, I didn't catch that last one   That shit sounded 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 shit it's kinda rough   I grab the microphone and fuck it up!   Aiy (echoing)      Player, I might seem out there    Just a little deranged   I've gotta cool off, catch me at the drivin' range   Well I'm the ladies choice like I was J.J. Evans   Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens   I'm talkin' PGA Pro Tour 2   Dr. Beeper's on the TV in my golfin' shoes   Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot   Then you throw me off the greens 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 outti, so check me   I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green   I've got custom made boots with the spikey things   I'm workin' on my drivin' cause I'm goin' pro   I've got that funky fly golf gear from head to toe   Yeah, B-Boys, makin' with the freak freak, with the freak freak   Mario's callin' Nonny 'bout the pesto pizza   And then he's on a mission and he's checkin' for Peacha   B-boys makin' with the freak, freak (4X)