The Little Freakazoid That Could

[Verse One] I'm not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address No Chivas, no Lexus, ain't got the flattest solar plexus I throw it down with everything I got Cause I'm just a girl--not Me, I never use the word just To the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, um Listen, it wasn't 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 she's the little freakazoid that could [Hook] Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can (x4) [Verse Two] P-Supe (what) and it don't come from Campbell Just move (what) place my butt upon your mantel See I cut from the gut to get everything I need And I stick with it if at first I don't succeed And I'm out and I'm out lettin' my freaky flag fly You don't ask why cuz you know that I try Accept yourself, express yourself to the limit Body soul or chicken roll you know that I'm in it And you know what Sometimes you feel like a nut And sometimes you don't [Repeat Hook] [Interlude] Hey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience We mean bonified, fortified, nutrified BBBBUUUUUIIIIIIIIZZZZZZNNNNNNNEEEEEEZZZZZZZ! Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about Cuz you know, soon I'll be rollin' in the Rolls to go bowling after The show I'll 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 I'm mack like the truck C'mon everybody let's get.... Get up Get up Get up, never sit down! [Verse Three] Woke up I didn't know what day it was I been through some shit 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 ain't never givin' up sucker Put me on the field I'm a cook your ass like Betty Crocker It's like this and like that and like this and uh Nobody beats the Prinz cess and uh Once again it's on People wanna know if I'm a diva Well let me see, uh I wrote these lyrics at a day job Not Nassau Coliseum But I'm a get there soon boy Blow up the spot like in my own platoon boy Reading bad press I get depressed really major guard Damn! Yo, at least I'm in the fuckin paper! And when the goin' gets tough Mr. Ocean said it best Put that ass in gear baby put it to the test Scuse me, I don't 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 Don't you just freak baby freakin freak it out Kick it trick it or lick it but please don't 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, keep it on the real inside!