Lyrics:
on to "What's my line"
Richard Lloyd you hear us knock
You sure have wrote "The Golden Shot"
[Chorus]
Old Fred Smith works from a box
Oh what a haggard
Dance By The Light of The Moon
The Olympics
(Jimmy Eaton, Clif Goldsmith, Mickey Leader, Terry Shand, Fred Smith)
& Alexander M. Courage, Public
Dance By The Light of The Moon
The Olympics
(Jimmy Eaton, Clif Goldsmith, Mickey Leader, Terry Shand, Fred Smith)
& Alexander M. Courage, Public
the curtain
Talk to fred smith in person
He was calvin
I was Django
Lavar know what i'm talkin bout
And if he don't clean up he'll get a dingus in his cracker
the curtain
Talk to fred smith in person
He was calvin
I was Django
Lavar know what i'm talkin bout
And if he don't clean up he'll get a dingus in his cracker
DOA she tryna get dicked on arrival by your boy Tone lil bruh
You my jit like Jackson and I took your Gabby Union
On my Fred smith Mack pimp pick from
Smalls, The One Man Gang, Chubb Rock, Chris Farley, 8 Ball, John Candy
Big Pun, Bam Bam Bigalow, Fred Bearing, Kevin Smith, E-40, Matt Nips
King Kong
Ball, john Candy
Big Pun, Bam Bam Bigalow, Fred
Bearing, Kevin Smith, E-40, matt Nips
King Kong Bundy, Fat Joe
Blaze Ya Dead Homie, fat Albert
And the Fat
a mile in ma shoes you better bring um back cuz they cost a lot/
I aim high wit the infrared and do the same shit Will Smith did to Fred/
I got a horse
Through)
You get the clue?
We like Will Smith when she hit that switch on you Hitch (Woah)
Fuck that bullshit we 'bout our shit nigga, un
And we got a lot
salt is good for dancing.
Paris, but I tried to be the Fred Astaire of words.
Paris, you heard.
Little Paris Smith, one day you'll have a job.
Yes,
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking,
smith singing
broken lines then sleek
burning flying breaking
windows in exile like
piet mondrian at fred
oakley's. keen-toed
angled one high
Lavish that's too hot, Lavish that's too hot
On some Mr. Smith & Mrs. Smith with this shit
Lavish you crazy for this
Aye, aye
I uh take my bitch
necks we pressing them
Wit 40 Smiths we wetting them
Benz done got a bed in them
That shit be bouncing everywhere
Talking to my gang n'em
I'll gat you
time and I never said nothin'
I already know where Wandsworth is
I always will for my bros, no Smith (Smith)
We got S bells upfront
And they got MJ
the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him
the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him
range. I hear my Master's call
Yes, I am going home, boys, when the work's all done this fall
Fred, you take my saddle. Jim, you take my bed
Johnny, take
imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (nope)
all this dick in her face
Then the next thing you know Fred's missing again
If I was in school I wouldn't listen again
We see the opps then we'll
the trunk
This that ladies gotta shake it like injections in the rump
This that chinny checkin', never Smith and Wesson to a fade
Questioned by detectives in
Hating on me cause you wish that could
I got on all ten and I stood
Chillin with E Fred and Li know we good
Ain't nothing to mix up the day just to chill
because their health is on a downward slope
Too many people broke they spend their money on designer clothes
Elon Musk give me space
Fred Durst Rearrange
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