Creep Show

Creep Show Lyrics

F/ Bizarre (D-12)



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[Chorus]

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 motherf**kers 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




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[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



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[Verse 3: Bizzare]
Got twenties on the Escort, b**ch park my sh*t


It's Bizzare from D12 in this b**ch (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 f**king Roy and Jazzie T (a ha ha)

My girlfriends a f**king 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 b**ch 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 b**ches with bladder infections (ughh)


Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City

It's the creep show, show your nasty titties



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