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A Capaccio - Freak Nasty Lyrics

Intro (Timothy Biggins) [Kamau Sadiki}
[Uhn} Freak Nasty in this muhfucka [Na na na na]
Put me on the beat, I'ma eat, half your lunches up
Nasty with words, verses are upper cuts [Uhnnn]
Hooks'll hit'em heavy. Wait. Hate when the album drop...

First Verse (Kamau Sadiki)
A flagrant foul. Out the game cuz of technicals
Cover them in butter cuz I'm bout to make'em vegetables
A full wind sir (windsor) like I'm tryna dress professional
I rhyme like time, never ending yet perpetual
I ball like Samson with out all his might
While you filed under PETA (pedo) - No animal rights
And I'm so sick, maniacal, a criminal phantom
Make'em kneel like Kaepernick, National Anthem
Gettin' high in the Hamptons, in a big rented mansion
While i'm playin' Peter Frampton and eatin' on some plantains
In the booth with vermouth, still speakin' on the truth
Homies sittin' on they glutes while they're smokin' on that groot
I'm an organized mess. Too smooth, too cool
Should of never went to school if I'm makin' all the rules
I'm the legend, the enigma in the sky with the stars
You know how I am this bar, don't be fooled it's LBR!

Bridge (Timothy Biggins)
Type to get dirty, freak nasty in this muhfucka
Put me on the beat, I'ma eat, half ya lunches up
Nasty with words, verses are upper cuts
Hooks'll hit'em heavy. Wait. Hate when the album drops
Second Verse (Timothy Biggins)
Save it up, bet a buck that i'll lose
I'll be takin' all ya money tryna play me like a fool
Tryna play me like a game then I came in flippin' tables
Smokin' on that weed, periodically enabled
I am not a fable, more a legend honestly
You never heard incredible so categorically
So don't you sit there and try to allegory me
I'm the moral of the story, i'm the secret that you keep
Shit, it's gettin' deep, don't you dare hold ya breath
Always be prepared keep some air in ya chest
It's apparent the best flows seem to get the deepest
20,000 deep but you isn't in my league yet
Barely breathin' - so hard for you to keep up
Runnin' in a race, got my face caked in space dust
You can't break DuBz, got my ankles taped up
Better call a realtor if ya gon' replace us

Bridge (Timothy Biggins)
I'm the type to get dirty, freak nasty in this muhfucka
Type to get dirty, freak nasty in this muhfucka
Type to get dirty, freak nasty in this muhfucka
Type to get dirty, freak - freak nasty

Bridge (Y2A) [Timothy Biggins]
I'm bout to get dirty, freak nasty [nasty in this bitch]
I'm about to get dirty, freak nasty [nasty in this bitch]
We bout to get dirty, freak nasty [nasty in this bitch]
We bout to get..uh we bout to get
Yeah
Third Verse (Y2A) [Timothy Biggins]
Bout to get dirty, freak nasty in this [muhfucka]
Jersey motel, girl trash this [muhfucka]
While I'm jumpin out a dirty bed, whole crew of Jersey heads
That ol' type Ol' Dirty Bastard in this [muhfucka]
No romance, only dirty dancin' in this [muhfucka]
Straight raw sex and we spankin' ass up in this [muhfucka]
No pants up in this [muhfucka] just freaks over here
Servin' back shots. CHEERS! Ted Danson in this [muhfucka]
I'ma freak wit no leash but to me it's just the little things
Long walks in the rain, chocolates, whips and chains
I never talk, every thought is dark and I live for pain
I drift away, I don't need to talk, I don't got shit to say
This is for the freaks and losers who think a different way
We'll be the rulers at the end of tha day
So pass me the mic, quick fast on the double
It's that Lazy Boy train, freak nasty in this muhfucka [muhfucka]