Not a Freak

[Intro: Biz Markie]

In what?  In stereo

How long, until it's time to go?  Baby doll

It's the Biz Markie, and the Def Squad!

Oh see, we gotta do this again like this, check it out

[Verse 1: Biz Markie]

You keep on knockin' but you can't come in-ah

My way of rhymin', cause you're a beginner

You know with my flow, I bring the ill freak funker

I'm so unforgettable like Archie Bunker

I be catchin' wreck like my name was Randy Moss

And always be flossin', my funky diamonds costin'

My, my my repertoire

Is so bizarre you go hardy-har-har

My jingle bell-ah always Roc-A-Fella

Even if I go acapella it will still be a best seller

I got super sperm, eat wheat germ

Never had a cameo, never had a perm

I'm not Billy Dee, or R. Kelly

Or, Markie Dee or B.I.G

I'm a, LITTLE somethin' like Heavy D

Because "girls, ah girls they love me"

[Chorus: Biz Markie & (Erick Sermon)]

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak (Yeah), but I can't help myself

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]

Yo, I'm that '88 "It's My Thing" rapper

You that one year scream "Bling" rapper

Dapper than Dapper Dan, my interior's Gucci

Overdosin', call me John Belushi

Never liked Lucy and I beat Little Ricky

Made him cry a river like his name was Britney

I rock gold chains, I never wore the platinum

Unless records was jewelry and it come from rappin'

(WOW!!) Like the Diabolical Biz

I'm followin' his, style - how are you kids?

This here is real, Mobb Deep underground

Take me to Funkytown, and drive around

I hop out the Hum mer, the same color as the truck

Fake cats lookin' Biz like "Hey whassup?"

I'm a vet, and never wore a green suit

The only army is Def Squad, believe troop!

[Chorus: Biz Markie]

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

[Verse 3: Biz Markie]

Ah let's do it, let's do it

Work your mind, put your body in-to it

I rock the microphone, most definitely

I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali

I got mo' toys than Mr. Spock

I put the party people in a state of shock

Listen listen listen to the Emmezah-A

Rrazah-K, always makin' your day

Without further adieu for you and yours

Luckier than a gambler throwin' 3's and 4's

Just like Martin Luther I had a dream

That I could turn the party out, make the ladies scream

With the with the whoa quick unpredictable

Like Daffy Duck, I'm diss-pic-a-ble!

This is the end, and I'm lettin' you know

"I love it party people, but I got to go"

[Chorus: Biz Markie]

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself

I'm not a freak, but I can't help myself