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Jesus gone missing Teenagers kissing Behind the manger scene down at the church Fred's fresh out of prison His ankle is a-buzzing Grandpa's stuck in his
Well out in the country we didn't have mortuaries and so it was always customary to lay the dead out right there at home. Well the church would loan
Tip out, put cha church finga in the air and tip out Put cha church finga in the air Well if ya slip, slip, slippin' just start tip, tip, tippin' out
auf der Stirn, Fred Durst If you're scared, go to church First things first Deine Bitch geht allein schlafen in mei'm Merch Mein Arsch ist auf der
He used to handle snakes in Church Perfect hair and a starched white shirt Now he's got a hold of something He can't drop like a copperhead There's
They'd prolly up the wage if I sell out But I ain't finna water down the message Feeling like Fred no weapon Gon prosper against me the opps ain't gon
Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle Put the pieces to the Pizzle All the ladies who like sex like I do Come up to my room I'm gon' give it to you All my
you eatn lead Don't huh me nigguh heard what I said Son got that bam bam his daddy Fred Gimme my money I kill'm dead Walked in the club with the strap
cries Know the family traumatized Shots left holes in his face 'bout piranha-sized The old pastor closed the cold casket And said the church ain't got
HELLELUJAH Music & word by Fred Z Pull the trigger, smash the silence soon I will explode I look around me, need a saviour, I have to leave this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Church, uh Red carpet, gold lace, fake smile, fake wave Stop, pose, smile, ayy, shutter Flash, flash
cannin' Sharp just like I'm Shannon, lobster and salmon I'm from where them choppers singin' like they Fred Hammond Ayy, young boy got bands on me
At the Grammys with the matriarchs of our families Every once in a while a rapper ask how can he become S.O.S.A. like Sammy Rest in peace Fred, rest in peace
Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit For the homies that R.I.P. Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred
business like a suit and tie I'm head first, limpin' with a biscuit like I'm Fred Durst Told my dog that we gon' get it right, he popped a med first Where
no Ruben. From wearin my big brother's clothes, to buyin him a new wardrobe (yes I did) From listenin to Fred Hammond, to hangin out Wit Fred
Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit For the homies that R.I.P. Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred
a true player has to be The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church Bracking the Max is my
(mhm) Dutty behavior, dutty mind (watch yah) Cyaan wull mi dung, mi go fi mine Run up pon eh killer pussy an' mi buss eh nine Weh yuh mean Fred man
They know Fred all around Miami, it's gon' be hard to shake me Brodie just seen his eyes he movin' back and forth, he just keep on pacin Red
La Chiraq now, funerals is packed now Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background Grandmother get shot walkin' out the church How that sound?
Yeah (yea yea) uhh, yeah Fred Wreck in this motherfucker Yeah Tha Eastsidaz Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit We gets payed to steal, gang
Yeah, yeah Steppin' on this shit, slidin' on that shit Praise the Lord, baby Yeah, money in the church pot Your nephew work for me, got bundles
See it was the assassination of MLK JFK FRED HAMPTON MALCOM X WE AINT START MURDER EACH OTHER 60s early 70d when all our leaders was killed that’s
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