The Lonely Island and Nicki Minaj - The Creep

Yeah
Hi, I'm John Waters, and this is "The Creep"

When you're out at a club and you see a fly girl
Do "The Creep" (hah)
And do "The Creep" (hah)
And if you wanna make friends at the ATM
Do "The Creep" (ooh)
And do "The Creep" (hah)

Well, we got a new dance so get up on your feet
It's real easy to do, and it's called "The Creep"
Let your hands flap around like a Marionette
Pop your knees up and down, sh-sh-shaking your neck

Now pull your waistband up like you expectin' a flood
And slick your hair down flat like it was covered in mud
Trim up your pencil mustache and pop them peepers
Pump this in your speakers, you a certified creeper

When you see a country peach, laying out at the beach
Do "The Creep" (hah)
And do "The Creep" (hah)
And when a fine PYT walks in front of your tree
Do "The Creep" (ooh)
And do "The Creep"(hah)

I was six years old when I started creepin'
My parents took it to their room and I started peepin'
You can't imagine their surprise when they lifted their heads
And saw my little ass creepin' at the foot of the bed

Yeah they knew I was a creep, since the day I was born
Came poppin' out my momma like some kettle corn
Yeah the doctor caught my head and he started freakin'
'Cause I came out clean and I came out creepin'

(Uh) Nicki
(Uh-huh) Nicki
(Yo yo) Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, Nicki

When I was a girl, I creeped in the boys' locker room
Hide deep inside it was my little creep stalker room
As they disrobed, I was oogling and oggling
Little did they know, that for me, they were modeling
And I would laugh, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha
And they would dance, la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la
So pop-pop-pop your peepers
And tweak out your sneakers
Don't sleep, come on get your "Creep" on with me

Gon', get to sweatin' off a bride at her wedding
Do "The Creep" (hah)
And do "The Creep" (hah)

Or when you sneak into a wake, and you see a beefcake
Do "The Creep" (ooh)
And do "The Creep" (hah)

when the judge is a hottie and you can't control your body
Do "The Creep" (hah)
And do "The Creep" (hah)

So, get your knees flexin'
and your arms T-rexin'
And Creep (ooh)
Do "The Creep" (hah)

And don't forget to smile

Written by:
Akiva Schaffer, Andrew Samberg, Jorma Taccone, Scott Robert Jung

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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