3oh!3 - Neatfreak 47 Lyrics
He was so cleanYeah, he was so clean.Bathed himself in bleach until he was completely soaking.His hands were soreOh yeah, they were so sore.He scrubbed so hard he wiped the tiles off the floor.His mop was fancyOh yeah, it was so fancy.You should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing.N-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47 BabyN-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47N-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47 BabyN-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47Perfectly clean, he was a well oiled machine.There was a never a wrench thrown into the gears.Havocs increased, never know dirt on the barrel.Increased the burner fire until his body's clean and sterile.Fingernails trimmed, he is completely primmed and preep.Wears the rubber gloves, and he is careful of what he eats.There's plastic on the furniture, by nature he's a skeptic.Unsure about the air outside, so he seals off all the exits.Lysol's life long member, he's always been so clean.His food is specialy packaged, sealed, and quarantined.N-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47 BabyN-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47N-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47 BabyN-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47N-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47 BabyN-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47N-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47 BabyN-E-A-T-F-R-E-A-K 47Perfectly clean, he was a well oiled machine.There was a never a wrench thrown into the gears.Perfectly clean, he was a well oiled machine.There was a never a wrench thrown into the gears.You should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing.
