PROF - Peep show lyrics

After a decade of ruling underground rap Dominating the underwater cities in the Midwest with an iron lung He has come to where we live with unprecedented aggression I take a deep breath when I hit the surface Eh what the f** man it's lookin' like a circus So many long legged women I'm runnin' in inbetween them Gigantic women, wonder where I fit in Wanna have some chitlen Want to watch 'em play in the backyard when me'n you are just chillin' But I'm just kiddin', that's in the future And if you got some big game Prof is the shooter And if you are a website, I am a computer And if you are the sh** then Mr Prof is the pooper Girl I'm a freak I'm a do it how you've never done it Sit back while daddy puts some pepper on it Go on freak it out, toot that a** up Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right Go on freak it out, toot that a** up Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right If you want to, if you want to, ba da bum bum bum bum If you really want to, ba da bum bum, ba da bum bum bum bum Right now girl you lookin' like crack Like you'd totally be illegal in the sack I've seen Prof turn a nerd into a playmate Like it's the crack of dawn that just made the daybreak Marathon man, hands down I'm an elephant Olly olly oxen free, gotta be intelligent s** a dick snuffaluff*gus Nothing but freaks in the room You can find me where the trouble is Needless to say always comes with something said Like, "Needless to say I would enjoy getting head." Yo, I'm sick of proving I'm the best Just listen to theas the dancers do the rest Go on freak it out, toot that a** up Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right Go on freak it out, toot that a** up Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right If you want to, if you want to, ba da bum bum bum bum If you really want to, ba da bum bum, ba da bum bum bum bum Yo, all you rappers s**, Dyson If your game's loose, holla at me, I'm a titan And I'm also a freak Seven days out the week Prof a freak 'o nature over a beat Your body don't make sense I'm a camalabadon Like a kamikaze pilot fighting with a helmet on Girl you so bulbous, the nerve, struttin' the legs around And I love it when you act pompous Her place for dinner, got out my Corvette And I press the door bell with my ring finger She up in lingerie tryin' to act subtle Girl without question you are askin' for trouble Go on freak it out, toot that a** up Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right Go on freak it out, toot that a** up Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right Go on freak it out, toot that a** up Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right Go on freak it out, toot that a** up Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right AAaaaoooooohh, f** Yeah!