Let me introduce myself, I'm the one who rules the set
So don't you forget
Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons

But you ain't nothin', no frontin'
I bring the level up a little louder
In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours

Fools on the street wanna feel the funk
Lookin' for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want


Ya betta, sit back and let the track flow
Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain?

Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins?
Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks
In tha mix I got the stix and stones, a few bricks

I'm gonna hit 'em high, he's gonna hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so that you can feel the flow
On, an' on till there all gone, fools be runnin' but they won't last long


I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka

I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka

I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka


People always wanna get what you got, no matta' what
Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt

In the quest for the crown, an' the jewels, and the cheese
Mother$#&@er please
Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts

But, I rip their sorry $$# apart
In a minute, I can take ya to the limit
Temperature risen, nasal highzen


Comin' back in with the lows for the fows
$#&@in' up egos, an' anybody, oppose

The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin' a hole in tha speaker
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro

Slangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best keep ya $$# in cheek
Come on, little mutha $#&@as betta show respect
An what's next, the big brown takin' ya down

How ya feel, when your sorry $$# can't hang with the hill

I'm the freaka

I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka


Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide?
Nobody even knows how I kick the flow

Slow down, 'cause ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down 'cause ya got no class