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    "Creep Show" Lyrics

    Killer Mike

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    Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
    anything goes strippers and live shows
    It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
    exctasy, hydro, and good blow
    It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
    hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
    It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
    Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

    [Verse 1: Killer MIke]
    Welcome home motherfuckers your back again
    into the den of inequity the life of sin
    Where after the after party and the hotel lobbies
    probably find me drunk off Bacardi in a swank hotel
    an aspiring actress
    Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress
    In Chicago a couple of bottles, couple of models, stolen Diablos
    Fast and furious going full throttle
    post club function, pills get swallowed
    Ladies get loose and so do bra staps
    power, money, and sex drive good raps
    Freaks emerge in a twilight with party pack
    of hydros alchohol blurred eye sight
    From dusk til dawn is when vampires roam
    pro athletes trick and don't go home


    [Verse 2: Killer Mike]
    Riding with my nigga Big Boi you don't sleep
    even partied with Diddy up in NYC
    Got drunk, rubbed titties of Dominican freaks
    every night bachelor party in the boom boom room
    On trees get burned or liquor consumed
    you ain't really seen a color till you seen it on shrooms
    Lipstick on the pale of my Pelle Pele
    spot hotter than fish scales cooked in coked ale
    Vampire party and we gets it down
    in the undergrounds underground
    Underground in club commer's basement
    ladies and low lifes do get wasted
    So high you can't hear the music but you feel it when the bass hits
    the atmosphere like the first year
    Freak bass hit everybodys heart goes fast
    rolling Mitsubishi's shakin' that ass


    [Verse 3: Bizzare]
    Got twenties on the Escort, bitch park my shit
    It's Bizzare from D12 in this bitch (yeah)
    and wich nigga want to fight (what!)
    I'm the club with Suge Knight, Ike, and Killer Mike (how does it feel)
    Fat dick for all my enemies
    caught a disease fucking Roy and Jazzie T (a ha ha)
    My girlfriends a fucking fool
    when she turned her back
    I'm making out with her mother like I'm in high school (shhh)
    And I don't sale crack to my African brothers
    I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers (that's true)
    So go ahead bitch pop the X
    so I can work your neck in the back of my Vett (ahh!)
    Red bones, I hate 'em no question
    I like fat bitches with bladder infections (ughh)
    Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City
    It's the creep show, show your nasty titties

    This song was submitted on November 18th, 2010 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Archie Hall, Michael Santigo Render, Rufus Johnson, Rufus B Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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