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little faggot ho. please give me some
Shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your
Daddy did.

Fred: who the fuck you
bout this guy named Fred and this girl named Nancy
But word, when it was over, I said, "Yo! That was def!"
And everything seemed all right when we left
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
on laughin' just so I wouldn't cry

Anyway, he bought blue orchids for my hair
I felt like Ginger Rogers after she lost Fred Astaire
I got by last night
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, yo, that was def!
And everything seemed alright
The girls won't be on you, Fred your face is all burnt!";
I patted him on the shoulder said, ";Thanks for stopping by.";
Then I opened up the door and said
The girls won't be on you, Fred your face is all burnt!";
I patted him on the shoulder said, ";Thanks for stopping by.";
Then I opened up the door and said
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
Spilled into the street
Climbin' on cars
High on the heat
Up on the roof
Johnny jived with his date 
Cops came by, it was far too late
I said hey
clocking the white rocks
He carries a hype glock, but he came to a slight stop
He found himself behind bars
Collected more scars, got right out and broke
When you go out, you want an obituary or a documentary? Which one you want Khaled?
(I want money)
A documentary, right?
(I want that too!)
We gotta
beat, you gotta feel that treat- 
ment by the bass, by the drums in your face 
wanna see your left hand wanna see your right hand 
still u gotta know
glasses, with wine up to yar 

Then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair 
Said before you can eat, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire-aire

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Combined versions from Norman Blake and Doc Watson

A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease
Said one I'll tell you something, boys, if you
the bed head 
Who is it? (Fred) Who? 
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door 
By that time someone jumped in the window 
Now what the fuck was I do?
with wine up to yar

An then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair
Said before you can eat, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire

You know I
And long tall glasses
With wine up to why'are
And somebody grabbed me
Threw me out on my chair
Said before you can eat
You gotta dance like Fred Astaire
ain't promised tomorrow
I grew up in a single household, my mama was father
My uncle was junkie
My cousin was a dickhead, tryin' to punk me
My other
hold up - wait - this girl is a guy?!
I tried to get away, I said, "Well, never mind
Maybe I'll see you some other time"
But then he grabbed me by my
said it best, 
There's No Place To Hide. 
What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whatever, limp dick. Fred 
Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse
steady spinnin Fred cause I could praise for days
You hollered at me
I was at the light
Said I was looking fly and asked what up tonight
I said I know
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said blink
We gonna send the hounds
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
I'm in the back
Changin' my outfit
He said blink
brother and thought they was gone pay em. 

he took his strap out his waist and handed it to big sleigh 

and stepped right up in his face and said hey
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and fred benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!"
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