FRED
In a world where you could climb the top of any ladder
Throw a Rock up in the sky, when it drop it hit a rapper
I could take a comic book, cut and crop my picture on it
So I'm chilling like a villain, then come busting in with that plot twist
Arm out like I got this turned up a few notches
Shirt off when I rock this, Fred Rock the Reverend
I'm finna say the blessing, cigarette in my left hand
24/7 so fast it'll make your head spin
Ain't no question, who's that flexing?
Pimp Nutts. Who let this hot mess in?
I'll give you one guess if you need to know the culprit
He definitely ain't about ho shit and he ain't about to be no trick
Country man in these boots though, West Coast are my roots yo
Like, what's the name of that new show or old dude from that commercial
So just in case y'all wondered, it's Fredrick with that mustard
And I'm pouring it thick with that custard, smoking loud, no muffler

RED
This is our house now
Most hide behind a screen but some emcee
Find out right now who your friends gonna be
By now my house ain't got room, mon ami
C'est chez-moi, et c'est moi

Squeeze out what's stuck in the gut
Just another MC with the fleas on
Got a wick that can't be matched
I gotta itch that y'all don't scratch
Gotta shit, didn't lock the latch
No potpourri, and a fool gonna follow me
Poop cold, zero degrees
And a stink make them think Oh woe is me
I crow with Fred Rock
in North Carolina where the dead walk
Call out from the tomb, head check
Wake up, no more than a bed rest
I'm good with the balling involved, Skaal,
Call out to the wind
So calm and evolved, lift up
Chale, Red Jesse don't trip bruh
(dude, you're always dropping the ball)
Well, Stitch picked my shift up
So I could lay back in this cut and
Y'all could watch it get ripped up
Y'all call me Ishmael, this bitch man, this ish male
I'm a small dude, I'm a white whale
Imma spin you a goddamn fish tale
Pissed off with that pissedness
Young Christopher Christmas
Show up with shit to the Lupercal
Now, who deny what this gift is
Y'all looking at Icarus,
Dead less than a hot day in this
If I was Christ, I'd have been risen
That'd be all of y'all's business

Most hide behind a screen but some emcee
Find out right now who your friends gonna be
By now my house ain't got room, mon ami
C'est chez-moi, et c'est moi

FRED
If I don't rap then the world don't turn
If I don't write y'all the kids won't learn
And we can't have that, so before I retire
Thank the Lord Jesus Christ that I'm spitting that fire, dig
I'll be in the cipher when it all transpire
The whole entire time I'm ball hogging like Kobe
So here I go all low-pro, and I'm rapping still on the low key
I'm ripping all of this shit up and I'm visualizing my homies
I take the edge off, break the leg off, bust the flows to my own beats
Like I walked up to the Egghead and I broke him over that domepiece
Out the blue like police, set up shop like boutiques
So you could get this business with this quickness when I proceed
El Oso y el Zorro, coming at you like el toro
Like a shot of Jose Cuervo down the pipe when you got sore throat
So just in case y'all don't know, I give a damn about promo
I like big titties like Coco that bounce on the beach in slow-mo
This is our house now

RED
Most hide behind a screen but some emcee
Find out right now who your friends gonna be
By now my house ain't got room, mon ami
C'est chez-moi, et c'est moi