(Chorus) Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show anything goes strippers and live shows It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show exctasy, hydro, and good blow It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls (Verse 1: k**er MIke) Welcome home motherf**ers your back again into the den of inequity the life of sin Where after the after party and the hotel lobbies probably find me drunk off Bacardi in a swa*k hotel an aspiring actress Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress In Chicago a couple of bottles, couple of models, stolen Diablos Fast and furious going full throttle post club function, pills get swallowed Ladies get loose and so do bra staps power, money, and s** drive good raps Freaks emerge in a twilight with party pack of hydros alchohol blurred eye sight From dusk til dawn is when vampires roam pro athletes trick and don't go home (Chorus) (Verse 2: k**er Mike) Riding with my n***a Big Boi you don't sleep even partied with Diddy up in NYC Got drunk, rubbed titties of Dominican freaks every night bachelor party in the boom boom room On trees get burned or liquor consumed you ain't really seen a color till you seen it on shrooms Lipstick on the pale of my Pelle Pele spot hotter than fish scales cooked in coked ale Vampire party and we gets it down in the undergrounds underground Underground in club commer's basement ladies and low lifes do get wasted So high you can't hear the music but you feel it when the ba** hits the atmosphere like the first year Freak ba** hit everybodys heart goes fast rolling Mitsubishi's shakin' that a** (Chorus) (Verse 3: Bizzare) Got twenties on the Escort, b**h park my sh** It's Bizzare from D12 in this b**h (yeah) and wich n***a want to fight (what!) I'm the club with Suge Knight, Ike, and k**er Mike (how does it feel) Fat dick for all my enemies caught a disease f**ing Roy and Jazzie T (a ha ha) My girlfriends a f**ing fool when she turned her back I'm making out with her mother like I'm in high school (shhh) And I don't sale crack to my African brothers I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers (that's true) So go ahead b**h pop the X so I can work your neck in the back of my Vett (ahh!) Red bones, I hate 'em no question I like fat b**hes with bladder infections (ughh) Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City It's the creep show, show your nasty titties (Chorus)