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Peep Show Lyrics & Chords By Prof

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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 fuck 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 shit 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 ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass 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.
Suck a dick snuffaluffagus.
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 ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass 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 suck, 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 ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
AAaaaoooooohh, Fuck Yeah!

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