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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
'nuff said

YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker
Yeah!

[Chorus]
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
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
a TV blooper,
Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper,
Told me that I didn't have the right to bite,
I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue
die.
My life's been so sweet I just can't stand it.
I must admit I've made out like a bandit.

Last night's conversation with a real good friend of mine,
Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last
Aching aways just to relocate you
Kill us with your fist
So you mix it with me
I function better when I get approximately
High by my technical flyby
I
boy she sure missed
She didn't Mix it Up.. Rich & poor, young & old.
black & white, wrong & right.. Here comes the night
"What happened to her
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
down straddling the county lines

When the crowd rolled in, they were a motley mix
There were truckers, bikers, drifters and locals from the sticks
Each
But now this shit is broke and you can't do nothing to fix it
So I'm telling you right now
Motherfucker Limp Bizkit
Now I'ma be real
B-Real was real
that you say you like
See what a day is like when you be my a-alike
Girl, just lay back, I'll do it the way you like
(Said, it's the flyest thing,
like
See what a day is like when you be my a-alike
Girl just lay back, I'll do it the way you like
(Said it's the flyest thing, just the way we swing)
for cops so dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread
coming,
Feedin' a thousand growling stomachs,
But I could rewind the counter ta back, back,
When it was now or nothing,
People said I would amount
the sticks
Remember to keep the de la/de la/native tongue
In the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area clicks
to flow again
Take you out, 'cause I'm bout to bust a hoe again
Got the flow again, throw it in
Mix it, cook it, gumbo, jumbo
It just don't quit, get
) check it out
I`m in the mix like a blender

Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin`
But now I
of death.
He had slammed the door but I said no more
And I thought I'd breathed my last breath.
We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
And the crowd
Short and Freddy be
Money in my pocket's all I ever need

It was me, Fred be and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat
While we
to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got
dollar's for a tape, Too Short and Freddy be	
Money in my pocket's all I ever need
It was me, Fred B, and Freddy Brack 
Dipped the sermon sticks then we
looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
For all you motherfuckin fake bitches