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(Caffrey, Kirschner, Webster)
Im not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address
No Chivas, no Lexus, aint got the flattest solar plexus
I throw it down with everything I got
Cause Im just a girl--not
Me, I never use the word just
To the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, um
Listen, it wasnt always like that
I used to feel freaky, icky
Bein bad like Darling Nikki
Never ever fit the mold at school or in the hood
But now the children sing shes the little freakazoid that could
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
P-Supe (what) and it dont come from Campbell
Just move (what) place my b*tt upon your mantel
See I cut from the gut to get everything I need
And I stick with it if at first I dont succeed
And Im out and Im out lettin my freaky flag fly
You dont ask why cuz you know that I try
Accept yourself, express yourself to the limit
Body soul or chicken roll you know that Im in it
And you know what
Sometimes you feel like a nut
And sometimes you dont
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Hey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience we mean bonified, fortified, nutrified
BUSINESS
Yeah thats what Im talkin about
Cuz you know, soon Ill be rollin in the Rolls to go bowling after the show
Ill be strollin, patrollin the streets with a feather in my hat
Imagine that, huh, I think I made myself Claritan, clear in that
I got the throttle cause Im mack like the truck
Cmon everybody lets get------
Get up Get up Get up --never sit down!
Woke up I didnt know what day it was
I been through some s**t boy you never believe it
Cuz I struggle everyday to keep my head up like a tower
You know why - I got the Power!
And I aint never givin up sucker
Put me on the field Im a cook your as* like Betty Crocker
Its like this and like that and like this and uh
Nobody beats the Priz--cess and uh
Once again its on
People wanna know if Im a diva
Well let me see, uh
I wrote these lyrics at a day job
Not Nassau Coliseum
But Im a get there soon boy
blow up the spot like in my own platoon boy
Reading bad press I get depressed really major
Godd*mn yo, at least Im in the fkin paper
And when the goin gets tough Mr. Ocean said it best
Put that as* in gear baby put it to the test
Scuse me, I dont believe I was finished
Making all your bad hurt feelings be diminished and delicious
Like a tasty ice cream or scone
Let me make you pant for the milk bone
Woof woof and let it all hang out
Dont you just freak baby freakin freak it out
Kick it trick it or lick it but please dont stick it up your nose
If you wanna strike a pose you gotta keep it on the real inside
Keep it on the real inside, keepit on the real inside.