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