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