Freaks of the Industry Kottonmouth Kings

Yeah, Suburban Noize, those Kottonmouth Kings
Freaks come out at night, the freaks come out...

Well... we're the freaks of the industry
Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings
The freaks of the industry
And when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

Now they say that birds do it, bees do it
Time to freak, Saint Dog gets to it
Not a heavy weight, but I'll go twelve rounds
With a jab of the stick, I'm going lick for lick
So give me the helmet, I'll be the stunt man
Just relax, and I won't front like arena
I mean to get the cream of the crop
And I'll be taking it slow, never missing a spot
Yes caress your back n chest
You're kissing on my nose ring, I'll whisper in your ear
Saint Dog Kottonmouth King
Oh big ST that's what you'll be screaming and creaming
But its not a wet dream its the real
The freaky dog, dog nasty
Never letting a kitty cat get past me
Without picking it up, petting it, teasing it
Taking 3 home and pleasing it