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The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night
(the freaks come out)
The freaks come out at night
Discos don't open till after dark
And it ain't till twelve till the party really starts
And I always had to be home by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin
Crowds of people lined up inside and out
Just one reason, to rock the house
But in the day time the streets was clear
You couldn't find a good freak anywhere, 'cause
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Now when freaks get dressed to go out at night
They like to wear leather jackets, chains and spikes
They wear rips and zippers all in their shirts
Real tight pants and fresh mini skirts
All kinds of colors runnin' through their hair
And you could just about find a freak anywhere
But then again, you could know someone all their life
But might not know they're a freak unless you see them at night, 'cause
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Now the party's jumpin', the place is packed
And when the crowd's like this, I'm ready to rap
But before I could bust a rhyme on the mic
Freaks are all over me like white on rice
Freaks come in all shapes, sizes and colors
But what I like about 'em most is that they're real good lovers
They do it in the park, they do it in the dark
But most freaks are known for breakin' hearts
You could never tell what a freak was thinkin' of
And you may never catch a freak without at least one glove
And they don't walk, when they step, they strut
And nine times out of ten they drive you nuts
But take my advice, you don't stand a chance
Freaks are so bad they got their own dance
So if you wanna live a nice quiet life
Do yourself a favor, don't come out at night, 'cause
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Hut one, hut two
Hut hut hut
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Reyjah had four more of Antoine’s clients after her lunch with Ms.Holden. She had never heard stories so pornographic in all her life. She never knew that food was such a diverse sex toy. Her feet were killing her. She excused herself and went to her Navigator to get her sneakers. She began from changing her boots to her blue and silver Nikes until her blue chrome NOKIA cell phone rang. “Hello?” “Rey?” “Hey, what’s up?” “Thanks for singing to me last night.” “No problem.” She held the phone in between her ear and her shoulder while she tied her shoes. “What are you doing?” “Changing my shoes. I’m on your fourth client today.” “Don’t you mean your client?” “No, your client, her name’s Andrea.” “Well, that’s another thing we have in common.” Reyjah laughed. “I feel like we have joint custody, or something. They go visit you first, then they come visit me. I should make you pay child support.” *Laughter * “You wanna hear me sing in two weeks?” “Where?” “At Kamikaze?” “As long as I can drive you.” “Now, how the hell do I look rolling in a Porsche that says ‘GR8LVMKR’ on the license plate?” “How do I look rolling an a Navigator that says ‘OLBLUEI’S’ ?” “Well my eyes are blue…just not naturally.” * Laughter *
Reyjah collapsed on her couch. She was beat. “I am not leaving this house for any damn thing,” she mumbled into her pillow. She clicked on cartoons. “Hot Damn! Sailor Moon!” she said. She pulled the elastic from her hair. Her phone rang. “It’s Sheila.” “What up, dere Mithy Poo?” “Nuthin muth.” “How was your day off?” “Fantastic, I went to Rodeo and bought these hot-assed Gucci boots.” “Bitch, I hate you, that’s all right, my day off is tomorrow.” “What are you going to do?” “Sleep, provided my dear sweet neighbor doesn’t keep me up.” “MMM.. that’s a damn setback.” “Speaking of back..four of his clients came to me, today. That man is a freak…superfreak…Rick James Superfreak. He uses food and electrical appliances and lollipops and junk.” “Just take his ass to the supermarket and have a damn orgy.” “Thanks.” “That’s outta control.” “Do you understand why I don’t want this man. I don’t care how fine he is; he’s too freaky for me.” “So what are you planning to do?” “I’m gonna chill. I’m gonna let him get to the point where he gets so close to me, he doesn’t even look at me as a woman.”