Lyrics
V: ....come along with me and I'll show ya how I give it to em every time I step up to the tempo/....y'all already know I kill it when I spit, but you better let a friend know, can I get a 10-4?/ ...my style never been slow, and so....I always been a little quicker with the pen, bro/ .....and if you wonder where I been, wouldn't worry bout it, underground? sh** , I got it covered like a trench coat/ ....aint nobody ready for what ima break through/ ...go ahead, criticize what you can't do/ ... sh** faced on a mixtape, can't sit straight when I rap and you mad cuz it ain't you/....and I run sh** when I come grip this microphone and I blow/ ..(***)...huff and puff till I blow this muthaf*** a down like a big bad wolf...oh!/ riot starter....mic be the firearm, and I'm armed like a lion farmer/...y'all gonna get bit f*** in with a hierarchy like mine, quit tryin harder/...sayanara... b*** good riddance/...i could finish off what the pitbull didn't/... b*** got more junk in the trunk than a dump truck, sh** I couldn't even fit tools in it/...well it's been one helluva ride fella but... if someone asks, you can tell 'em i died/ and maybe you can sell em a single, develop a vibe so that i rise from my skeleton in elephant size/ i go hard... mellon so intelligent I... let 'em die from the venom of my... liquid metal saliva, time to settle my vendettas and fly/ be an incredible guy, with my head in the sky/ ...f*** that, call the kettle black, beddy bye bye/ ...you'll probably find in the federal files under the pedofiles, this little beat got touched... and i mean that from the bottom of my nuts, buttercup, make room for me/ ...truthfully i ain't sh** right now, but i'm soon to be the pop culture vulture, took a boomin' beat, let's eat that, where the east at? superfreak/
Chorus: i flick the light on...i don't see nobody bumpin', is anybody home?...let's get this party goin', woah-oh...superfreak..they call me super-su-superfreak-super-superfreak
V: I flow....striking notes like a lightning bolt with a heightened volt/ ....got more hits than a pipe can smoke, what I write can bite ya throat/....got the rap game in a heimlich, bet I won't choke....everything I type is dope....twice as cold as a muthaf*** in icy road, twist this vice grip till the mic explodes/ I don't wanna stop, ima let it off my chest....words could just....not express.... How I feel....now I guess...I could pick it up, I done caught my breath/ man, I really never recommended anybody to heckle, but every time I get ahead, I get another enemy/....aww, why you gotta be so god damn pathetic, I'm everything you'll never be/....Keep talkin sh** and get stung, you can suck my dick till the sh** get numb/.....but you ain't never gonna get a heavy hitter to become a quitter, so you better let gimp hit the drum/ and I walk in... Damn....Better pack it up and keep moving..What ya problem me, why you gots to flip? Why you talkin slick? you keep losing/....I'm a lot to take and I got the pace so I rock the place, you ain't provin/ sh** so just stop the race cuz I'm not mistaken, I brought the taste to dilute em/ ....My fusion of Music and abuse improved since the last tune, dude, so you better excuse em, cuz whoever you choose I'm still better than you cuz I'm f*** in cruising/ zoom, f*** that, call the kettle black, beddy bye bye/ ...you'll probably find in the federal files under the pedofiles, this little beat got touched... and i mean that from the bottom of my nuts, buttercup, make room for me/ ...truthfully i ain't sh** right now, but i'm soon to be the pop culture vulture, took a boomin' beat, let's eat that, where the east at? superfreak/
Chorus: i flick the light on...i don't see nobody bumpin', is anybody home?...let's get this party goin', woah-oh...superfreak..they call me super-su-superfreak-super-superfreak
V: so I sit...counting days... I could end it all in a thousand ways.../I could bend a rubber arm, mother I'm f*** ing with the others I'm
