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letra de fedilia's dilemma - norman freeman

[verse 1: fedilia the fiend]
is it the beat on fedilia, or fedilia on the beat?
cocaine fits [?] go on, have a seat (ha ha!)
is it the dope why i’m twitching, or the powder on my sleeves?
i want to fart, i want to snort, yeah i’m trippin’, i’m a fiend. (ow)
hi, my name is fedilia and i’m from the hill, k!ll, steal, but i always keep it real. (ow)
now i’m a fat, funky, junkie, you can call me triflin’
i make her so clear call me clindamycin, (ow)
i stay boxin’ b-tches you can call me tyson, (ow)
i’m a real crack fiend don’t forget the hyphen!
now, there ain’t a hyphen in it but i just made it up
put it up my throat while i take it up the b-tt (ow)
now it’s no secret that i’m a crack fiend
ya mean, green, fedilia f-ckin’ machine, (ow)
you’re funky fedilia
i’ll k!ll ya
i’ll rob ya
i’ll steal ya (ha ha ha!)
steal ya man and, i’ll steal ya b-tch
if you think you want a problem, they’ll find you in a ditch
oo, sh-t, sh-t, the b-tch a f-ckin’ snitch
i might be a lady but you, can suck my d-ck, (oo)
suck my whole d-ck and my whole b-lls, (hah)
i’ll f-ck ya granddaddy [?] in my walls
uh!
your granddaddy f-cked a crackhead
ate her ass, ate her p-ssy on a bunk-bed, (ha, no!)
the bunk-bed had flies all on it
a big mac, i want fries all on it!
now did you ever hear a story about old fedilia?
she’ll two-piece ya
she’ll peel ya
you want the crack?
uh, she’ll deal ya. (ugh)
a lil’ weight?
uh, she’ll bill ya
hey, arnold! (ow)
where’s helga?
i got sum’ i wanna tell ya!
i’ve been f-ckin’ angelica. (girl)
and i kissed lacienega (ha!)
got a proud family, they wasn’t proud no more
they called me a crazy junkie and they called me a wh0re
i’m not a big wh0re but i did f-ck suga’ mama, (huh)
hit off trump and then i got obama, (oo)
kicked me out the household ‘cuz i ate all the snacks
the little debbies, twinkies, and the cracker jacks
i went to the d.r. ‘cuz i was transferring fat
had to shed a few pounds ‘cuz he ain’t into big back, (ha!)
now i always had a crush on popeye the sailor man
don’t mean ‘cuz i told him i wanna f-ck his mans, (oo)
f-ck his mans, and yes, i want bugs bunny
i want the carrots and lettuce, i want all the money, (yup!)
f-ck the spinach b-tch, i’m all up in it, (bi-bi-bi)
big grits, i want cheese all in it! (ha!)
f-ck sn-tching your soul, i’m the soul replenisher
she let me eat her out and then my mind said, “finish her!” (oh!)
laid her body out to rest and then i put her in the morgue
oops!
now she “gone with the wind”, kenya moore

- norman freeman

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