[Huggie Brown] I hook up with this white chic, she fine as a motherfucker, at 6 in the morn, she work out with her little brother, he can get me that 'dro, so we're cool for that, but if not for that I wouldn't fool with his ass, Naw, cause when he come by I ain't here, not just cause he sniff yay, cause his ass is weird, babygirl know it, so she don't trip, and when they go work out, I stay at her crib. [Shane Westerhoff-Schultz] Up about 6am, pilates ball, stairmaster, treadmill and the gym, and after them it's a swim, so that I can stay trim, when hunger strikes I order soy milk, and throw in a minithin, have facial peels for my skin, eating Flinstone vitamins, washing 'em down with white zin, my Calvin's cling tight, they highlight my curvature, I have to beat the girls off with my Ikea furniture, my loft is for leisure, we play X-box and cribbage, and lay in massage chairs I bought at Sharper Image... [hook] NancyBoys, they only play with fancy toys... NancyBoys, they only fuck with fancy toys... NancyBoys, they only play with fancy toys... NancyBoys, they only fuck with fancy toys... [Blaine Zapain] I am the four ring king, the very definition of bling-bling, my fashion consultants are from Sing-Sing, and any time I need any of these things, I call upon my mistresses, who in return call me the 'supreme being.' OMG! How dare you still wear Izod? I nearly fainted and crushed my Ipod, that's what I call a fashion faux paux, like Cornish roots? Dude you're from Omaha! Blaine Zapain, from the wavs of California, I stroll into dealerships, like 'dudes, are you ready to take my order?' I'll do a cherry Roadster, for the the 405 tangle, a Dodge Durango done in mango to match my Diesel sandals. When blue collar is in, I get a hard-on for Fords, with big ladder racks to stack all of my surf boards, hit the waves blazed and play with dolphins, call up John Daly, and maybe we can do some golfing, we'll party like rockstars and get toasted like poptarts off some yellow yay from a buddy of mine up in Oxnard. Ok, occasionally I'll steal a cop car, but it's like porno cock...that shit's just not that hard... [Huggie Brown] What are you talking 'bout, why so much information, fuck your life story, just get to blazin', all I know, is 5-0 going pull us over in West County, if you keep ridin' slow, matter fact, take me back to my ride 'Mo, and throw a discount on the White Rhino, this for your sister, me and her going half, on a quarter, so partner, you can show some love, fam, damn, my nerves bad just from ridin' which'cha, man, you just don't know, if it wasn't for your sister... [hook] NancyBoys, they only play with fancy toys... NancyBoys, they only fuck with fancy toys... NancyBoys, they only play with fancy toys... NancyBoys, they only fuck with fancy toys... [Shane Westerhoff-Schultz] The crying Shane and dying lame is sort of the same thing, only we Earthlings think that it's not due to swing that we bring and we fling 'til the final bell rings and ching-a-lings all my rings, 'til they bling bright like Sting and stand taller than Yao Ming, cause money ain't a thing, R. Kelly and Jay-Z, pissing on babies, it's all the same thing like flying squirrels with rabies... [Huggie Brown] What? These motherfuckers crazy dog, put that shit out man, I'm too fucked up, I can't take that shit man, they got me loose as hell cuz, I'm out. Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[Blaine] Hah, the American highway, so heavenly, but I flew American skyways, instead of 70, it was time to fly, no more recording, off to Breckenridge, CO for snowboarding, with a layover in Boulder, I told her to move over and get her ass off of my shoulder, in the Pathfinder, with Colorado plates, the natives won't hate, throw rocks and then skate. I love this folk, they love the snow, some makes you cold, some turns you the Hulk, like 'ayo,' no, out here it's 'hey bro,' finally passed a law against wearing day-glo. It makes me so proud, this place is snowbound, where people grow tropical plants with green know-how. Whoa...ill shit, yeah...when up on College, we bumped into the most dashingest of all Hill kids. [hook] He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes. He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes. [Leaf] Hey bro it's Leaf, and I chief the keef, I'm a Trustfundafarian up from back east, I use the illest chillums and the finest glass piece. Do you want to buy some nugs bro? Oh, it's hip hop...some trees? My patchwork pants are always creased, I didn't get into the Grateful Dead 'til after Jerry was deceased, I got the dankest bootleg, my peeps all drive Jeeps, Boulder, Colorado, runnin' these streets. It's like an army made of fleece, and I'm kinda like the leader, I only smoke the heater when I hang out with Derek Jeter, Leaf, and there's no need for a last name, but I'm related to the Kennedys and my friends think that's lame. Set, match, and that's game, cause I'm better at tennis and my skiing is the best, just ask Blaine, [Blaine] I don't know you. I slept on your couch and gave you scabies, then I took a shower with my dog and naked ladies, who aren't into shaving, not even maybe... [hook] He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes. He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes. [Chadd] Look guys, I'm not trying to be a vulture, but it's time for Chadd to invest in some agriculture. Hey man, got a quarter? What's with the look bro? Huh...fuckin' snowboarders... you don't wanna make Chadd mad, cause I'll slash the tires on your Esquire and blame it on my brother Brad, [Brad] Shut up Chadd. That would be hella fat, like your girlfriend's ass, I used to cheat off her test and touch her tits in class. She sold me schwag out the back of her Dad's Jag, I said, 'My Dad's is nicer,' she's like 'Chadd, your Dad's a fag.' Anyways, pizzaface, how about a drag? And I'd love it if you served up those nuggets with a bottle of Stag. This is Chadd Shierholz, doing it for West County, and all the stoner weirdos. I don't care if you're from Colorado, because when you do it like Chadd, it's John Wayne with the 'Rio Bravo'. [hook] He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes. He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes. Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[Brad] Chadd I will not tie your shoes again...nope, I won't do it... [Chadd] Brad! Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug! [hook] Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug... [Brad] So...16 and freakishly sexy...two young brothers, and I'm older, watching the chain saw and the charisma rip my television. Dad! I want my TV back! 'No...' my MTV he says, 'Go watch it, it's cool, I'm gonna take Chadd and Chip hunting. Pretty soon, you'll be able to shoot the .22,' but I'm older. Damn, OMG why? I'm older! Why are you taking Chadd? I'm sorry, you caught in the garage smoking down nugs with Leaf. I can still aim a shotgun, I can still go 'hah, hah hah, hah, hah,' and party and have fun. The 'Studio 7' boys... it's Studio 54, and I'm with the toys, and I don't give a fuck man, cause I got my Varnet t-shirt on, and I got France, on my back... Poison posters and Body Glove shoes is all I need, but Mom says, 'Chip let's go to the Gap and buy some more plaid.' Well fuck you man, and fuck you Chip, and fuck you Chadd, I'm older, you're younger, we're brudders... The Brothers McShierholz, for all y'all people out there who just don't grab hold, cause this shit's underground...no wait, actually it's two stories, above a garage in West County...fuckin'-A... I got God on my back, what do you say? Man, I go to a private school, fuck CBC, I go to get my jerk off, and sell exstacy and acid to the freaks, so sixteen and freakishly sexy... Yeah, I'm older... [hook] Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug... [Chadd] ...and I'm younger, like those kids starving from hunger [hook] Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug... Chadd, Sh-sh-sh-Shierholz, the coolest kid, the freakiest motherfucker since Core Project broke up. I don't know why they did it. I said they were a bunch of dimwits, they called Chadd a nitwit. I said, 'My Dad's a lawyer. I'll beat your ass on video camera and sell it to Diane Sawyer.' I've got friends the entertainment industry, who don't understand your wack mimicry. Chadd's symmetry is so beautiful, it's like looking at a painting...it's like you ain't saying shit...Yo, you don't know what I mean, this is Chadd, you're not a member of my basketball team, you never went to Prin, you never knew about Christian Science and God's reliance in me, the creator of everything, CHADD, the GOD of the world and you're so sad, next to me, it's like you're tripping on Brad's exstacy, Bradwell and Chaddwell, kings of the weaponry, let's get a look at me, my Mom needed a c-section just to have me... C to the H to the A-D-D, it's Chadd... [hook] Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug... [Chadd] Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug Brad! Brothers gotta hug! Come on! [hook] Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug... [Chadd] Mom likes me better anyway! [Chip] Little brother Chip off the boulder, grip the microphone with a chip on my shoulder, not a pushover, but I'm hardly ever sober, pockets full of posy, my posse waiting for orders...so what you know about Canadian borders? Colder than my brothers, Chadd's younger, Brad's older...HOLD UP... cause I'm youngest, geekin' off the fungus, reekin' off a one hit, of the blunt kid. My main pundit cooks poncet, I love it when she drops another dozen, I'ma knock it up or something. Suddenly I'm jumpin'. Cut and leave or something? Never, I'ma be her husband, I'ma go to school and be a chiro-prac-adjustor, but Brad introduced me to a glad-bag of juicy, blueberry koosh, heebrid that he bred, but Chadd told Dad, and Dad got angry, and grounded my ass, that's the reason that I can't leave, so I had to sneak out in my $100 sneakers, snuck into the chem lab and stole a bunch of beakers, deegis, broke a Bunsen burner so it's goin' be smellin' fishy, listen to my whimsy, Gypsy thought patterns, two beers and I'm tipsy, Chip flip words like Jacob's Ladder. My grey matter pancakes are fatter than your average Ursa. This little man's a damager, he'll manage to hurt ya... [hook] Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug... Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[Puma Tony] Ok, I came outside, and you know what you need to do: You need to hold the photos, Puma only poses for money, switchblades and cuff links...ain't shit funny... I sell booze to Tom Cruise for risky business, while passing people information on mafia hit lists. You dress simple don't even follow us in, with your tired-ass ways, and how your dull day is spent. Mine is filled with cheap thrills and long massages, while yours is filled with cleaning gutters and garages. Red carpet treatment no matter where I'm at, three separate wine rooms in my uptown flat, David Bowie of fashion and narcotics, with a huge assortment of shoes, ties and watches, brandy and scotch kits, fiberglass optics, so what makes you think I won't spend obnoxious? You must've forgotten that this NancyBoy is hot, started off on the runway, selling bags of pot. [hook] The red rolls out, when we stroll out... How many Nancys does it take to be the best, and what type of excellence do you expect? The red rolls out, when we stroll out... work out, get your arm strong like Lance, but if you have to ask, you'll never be Nance, The red rolls out, when we stroll out... How many licks do you think it would take, to get your girl to come as my date? The red rolls out, when we stroll out... not a lot, cause she's a whore, deep- throating by the time she reaches four, [Blaine Zapain] So many people obsessed with celebrity, someone's gotta do it, I guess it best be me. 'Like what's your sign?' I'm like, 'man, you're dull,' the only stars in my eyes were the camera bulbs, swimming like nachos in lots of hot cheese, I love my music, the mamas and the paparazzi, like when I was in that electrolysis accident, all the body hair below my neck, (whoa!) there it went. It's not all bad being a bald man, then again, once in awhile, Andy Dick's like, 'what's happening?' No! You're not touching me like the last guy. Move, or pretty soon you'll need another glass eye! I pulled out nine lines, they thought a glock sprayed. Shit, I've been doing this since last time you got laid, I can tell by that old smell, and don't tell me I'm not hot, (no shit) I'm cold as hell! [hook] The red rolls out, when we stroll out... How many Nancys does it take to be the best, and what type of excellence do you expect? The red rolls out, when we stroll out... work out, get your arm strong like Lance, but if you have to ask, you'll never be Nance, The red rolls out, when we stroll out... How many licks do you think it would take, to get your girl to come as my date? The red rolls out, when we stroll out... not a lot, cause she's a whore, deep- throating by the time she reaches four, [Shane Westerhoff-Schultz] What's your sign girl, are you a Cancer? Yeah, you can call me Zoolander, it's Shane, from West California, where the women are nice and the breasts are hornier, I like to do the cornucopia of lyrics, do it fearless like the NancyBoys and try to catch the spirit. I was the head of the poms team, when I went to Principia, life was green, smoked a lot of dope and now I have a lot of hope, because I get on the runway and go 'okeydoke.' Here we go, 'round and 'round like a circle, back in high school, I got teased like Erkle. Now I'm the prettiest man alive, look deep into my baby blue eyes... It's the man, Shane Westerhoff with the plan, for president, my man, let's jam... [hook]

[Tucker Booth intro about NancyBoys and Timbuck 3] [hook] I study nuclear science, I love my classes, I got a crazy teacher who wears dark glasses, things are going great, and they're only getting better, I'm doing all right, getting good grades, the future's so bright, I gotta wear shades... I gotta wear shades... [Frank Friction] I got some new shoes for the first day of school, walking thru the hall, making pretty ladies drool, cause I polished up the white, rubber soles on my Chuck's, girl gimme ride home, let's pull over and fuck, but I'm not in the phone book, so you don't know my number, you wondered where I was hanging out all summer, in the suburbs, got the leather jacket and the Ray-Bans, phone in my pocket stay shakin' like a paint can, man I make bananers like palm trees, at the jukebox, hair slicked back like I'm Fonzie, you call me a NancyBoy, cause I like fancy toys, I got the Ipod with the lightning-rod camcorder, with a can opener, plus it's a transformer, bar-b-qing salmon in the backyard, throwing washers. I drink the blue can for sentimental reasons, but sometimes I drink the red can, depending on the weekend. [Tucker Booth hook] I'm doing all right, getting good grades, the future's so bright, I gotta wear shades... [Blaine] Yes I do...(I gotta wear shades) this is true... I throw fisticuffs at dykes, kinda like when I rough up my own suspect late night. Dave might a letterman, a veteran with great thighs, but I stay styled with a better tan, and I have better legs, girls from here to Winnipeg have offered me cracks at their eggs, my seedlings fall off my ledge into the brink of their hedge. I call it the gosling effect, for once I was ugly, and wanted to be drowned, then I was lonely, and wanted to be found, life became, 'love me!' and once the coffee grounds got tossed out and caffine comes running around, I get sentimental, like when I have to take my brand new Mustang back to the rental, like when I feel like I'm a big guy who can play gentle, like watching David make it on Comedy Central... [Tucker bridge and hook] He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2, He's Nancy! Come on! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2, I study nuclear science, I love my classes, I got a crazy teacher who wears dark glasses, things are going great, and they're only getting better, I'm doing all right, getting good grades, the future's so bright, I gotta wear shades... and all the NancyBoys all across the planet, do the metrosexual 'til they just can't stand it, and all the NancyBoys all across the world, do the good cock-tease for every girl, and all the NancyBoys all across the planet, do the metrosexual 'til they just can't stand it, and all the NancyBoys all across the world, do the good cock-tease for every girl... He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2, He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2... He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2, He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2... Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[intro] Yawn...hey everybody, it's Blaine Zapain...and guess what? It feels good to be Blaine... [Blaine] Is it possible to kill a Blaine buzz? No way. Negativity? Shoe fly, go away. If you wanna break balls, go play croquet. I don't wanna see red like Ole'. If you bring peace, I'm like, 'okay,' not the kinda piece used by O.J., or the type of peas frozen like cold days, flash a glass piece, and we may smoke hay. Gangsta rappers still talk about the old ways, they battle with anger, and they frown too lame, having to be hard in front of other men sounds so gay. Hey! They might be bi, like LL Cool J. The guy you got your style from stole it anyway, so don't fake, like you don't front, when you role play, and don't hate, it only makes you go grey, my color's come back since I made Love my soulmate... [hook] I'm biiig, blooonde, and beautifuuul... As a youngun' I was such a well hung seed, in kindergarten I was like, 'look come see! Wow, it got bigger when you just touched me,' but it didn't budge for Trudy, cause her underarms are musty. I went through many years, that appeared ugly, like when my skin started gettin' kinda bumpy, bumbling in a bunch of money that my Dad left me, finally get laid, like when I played rugby (not). Surfing and skating or course my number one things. Wait a minute, did I forget dating, or is it just me? The ways women use their tongue-rings lately is so lovely, I reciprocate, they seem to never dump me. I hit a lot of dusty road in the country though, hang with hillbillies in Georgia recording funky folk, with accents so funny, oh pardon me sonny, my phone's been blowing up, it's my favorite snow bunny... [bridge from HAIRSPRAY] "I'm big, blonde and beautiful" "Oo you're a team leader now!" "I'm so happy" That's just what it is...it's like, everyone around me is so down all the time...How come Blaine's life is so lovely? [hook x3] I'm biiig, blooonde, and beautifuuul... Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[Leaf intro] You can hear the masses filing in, waiting to catch a glimpse of the designers new trends. It's Midas again, with the finest of men, strolling down the runway with their rhymes and a pen. Get your hair right, and pimp your gear tight, they brought their bright lights to shine on you tonight, actors, models, Paris Hilton and the likes, rappers with bottles of Crystal instead of mics. Some stay to the left, and some can turn right, but only one crew will taste victory tonight, Frozen Food and friends, from diapers to Depends, our Madeline gets the ends, cause no one can contend. [hook] It's a walk-off, walk-off, walk-off... It's a walk-off, but we come out running... It's a walk-off, walk-off, walk-off... It's a walk-off, but we come out stunning... [Leaf] Put down my bong, you can't sing my song, Leaf is on the runway, and that's where I belong. The smell of patchouli is strong, and my stride is as fabulous as my well groomed dreadlocks are long. You're rocking with the nog-champian, dapper when I'm steppin' out the van again, been chiefin' out with Chadd and them... and he's got his Dad with him. Leaf. I need my carrot juice before I dare get loose, peace. A term I overuse because I'm scared truth, yeeps. Don't talk to me unless your hair improves, sheesh. Tanning is the credo, I'm dashing in a speedo, stocking up on eye-liner, thinking of going emo... That's so hot right now, and does anybody need a bag of pot right now? You'll be like, 'WOW'. I have acid as well, to raise your eyebrows, feeling fantastic as hell. My parents are so rich, and I think it's a stitch, how I left that BMW they gave me in a ditch, I like my Jeep better man, it matches my sweater, and it's handy when the road's snowed over, in Neverland... (Dude, this looks short) You want an extra gram? I swear I'm not stingy bro, I always use a digi, (I don't know...) it's just sticky, heavy, and fresh. You fuck with Leaf, and you're fuckin' with the best. [hook] It's a walk-off, walk-off, walk-off... It's a walk-off, but we come out running... It's a walk-off, walk-off, walk-off... It's a walk-off, but we come out stunning... Whoa... It's Blaine Zapain here to save the day, and all ugly people, get off the stage. Come on man, that's no joke. Look at that dude's skin...this is no place for old folks. I got a lot of stories that can't be told, cause I'm good friends with Leonardo DiCaprio, and he doesn't like press, so stay off my chest, there's no quotes, and no need for me to confess... it's Blaine, and I'm here all day. Look at the front page, that's my name and it's here to stay. River Front Times? Pshaw... I'm the best lead Ben Westhoff ever saw. cOOcOO! When along came Polly. My beauty consultant prescribed her X-Lax and molly... She was always like, 'someday I'll make the runway...' Yeah, more like run away, RUN AWAY! [hook] It's a walk-off, walk-off, walk-off... It's a walk-off, but we come out running... It's a walk-off, walk-off, walk-off... It's a walk-off, but we come out stunning... [Derek] Yeah, I'm Derek, I laugh at them, I laugh at their emo... I'm Derek, I don't walk, I drive, I don't knock, I ring doorbells, no doorbells, no Derek, no entrance, no Derek, I'm not there, your party's over. I'm Derek, look at my carrots, you grow carrots farmer, feed me farmer, I'm Derek, lineage Derek (scoffing) I'm laughing inside and outwardly at you, you do nothing for me, I'm Derek, D-E spell it with an R, with an E and a K, I'm Derek, with your girlfriend in every way, every way, around the world, I drop her off methed out, she's methed out, look at her arms, they're holey, (I make meth) I urine on her sometimes when I feel the whim, control your woman, (she's disgusting) I'm Derek, (she's disgusting) I'm Derek, don't sing anymore choruses, matter fact end the song right here... Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[intro] [Tucker] What's up girl? [Jasmine] Heeey...oh, you're kinda cute for a whiteboy. [Tucker] You want me to buy you a Redbull and Alize'? [Jasmine] You tryin' to holla at me? Please... [hook] She got it goin' on... She got it goin' on... She got it goin' on... She got it bro, but she won't like you... [Tucker] Well, hello girl, let's play blow Tucker, I'm a ride your ass, just like you're a slow trucker, oh brother. She moves that big, sweet ass right, as much rhythm as my favorite peas, the Black-Eyes. Hop in the Bentley, that's right, my Ford Taurus, only got one dollar, but I got four quarters. Girl, I wanna eat you like you're a smorgasbord, mi amore. I'm an alcoholic, can I order more? Girl, you're the best, uh-huh, yes you are, especially when you let me put my drinks on your credit card. I got candy for you like I'm a ragin' raver, pull out my death star, and play with my laser. I can treat you whether you're high class or low 'C', we can listen to punk rock or have tea and blow me. Oops, I mean crumpets, maybe some sweet muffins, oh fuck it, let me tune in to Tokyo I need lovin'. [hook] She got it goin' on... She got it goin' on... She got it goin' on... She got it bro, but she won't like you... [Jasmine] Damn boy, I been thought you knew, skipped my way back to the Lou and rolled up into the cold school, had another bite of Frozen Foods, cause I got the recipe to get that krunky stuff, stuff, think I'm anything less than fresh to def, you got me fucked up. Still ballin', still lookin' damn good with insufficient funds. Still gorgeousss. Still thinkin' you can hit? Well you ain't know 'bout nothin', so let me tell you something. Save that front for the weather man, don't come at all or come better man, thinkin' that I can't, you know Goddamn well that I can and, I told y'all, you don't wanna fuck with me, better off just go ahead in love with me, don't be scared, keep some trust in me, cause if you want hot shit, leave it up to me. Don't front...because I got it goin' on and you like it! [hook] She got it goin' on... She got it goin' on... She got it goin' on... She got it bro, but she won't like you... [Blaine] Wait sis, I think you'd best stop. I missed it, when did you get hot? I'd say, you'd better shake this spot, cause I'm Blaine, and (sigh) you're just not. So what, you got your clothes from some of those shops? Don't you know, my Dad owns those? GOD! You look more like the groupies that we call 'blowpops'. Forgive her Lord, her little bougie-ass knows not. Around the Orange County, I'm of founding member stock here. Your cadence and flow is 'bout as old as Heather Locklear. Gross, like the free clinic where you got your papsmear. I've seen your kind, but I like better pot dear. Speaking of which, what's your name, I forgot? And speaking of bitch, go complain to your doc. It's a shame you would ever, dare to fill the spotlight. Blaine is forever, like Paris Hilton's rocks right? [Jasmine] What? Oh hell no, see I'm about to fuck your little pasty-ass up here in a second, talkin' all crazy and shit. What you 'bout know me? I'm from the number one most dangerous city in the US of A boy! I'll shank yo' ass! [Blaine] My dad would so sue you. [Jasmine] Weren't you listening? I said I had 'insufficient funds' you ain't goin' get nothin', so you better walk your ass up the block and go holla at somebody else. [Blaine] What? Weren't you listening? I don't want YOU! EWWW!!! [Jasmine] Oh no...you're one of thooose boys...mmm-hmm, a little sweet in the can are you? [Blaine] What are you talkin' about? [Jasmine] Mmm-hmm, real men wear pink my ass. [Blaine] That's salmon! This is salmon! Hey, this is salmon! Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[Blaine] Will Blaine win today? Oh probably, but it'll be a pain until I exclaim, 'Monopoly.' I play so well from pushing pesos, to droppin' G's, put you're red octagons away, there's no stoppin' me. Mom used to say I was lazy when my doobs were blazing, then I stepped up my game and tutored Jay-Z. My memory's not hazy, and my enemies think I'm crazy, don't mess with me dudes, I think I caught that AIDS thing... It's called strategy, there's no stoppin' the dunk, that's like trying to keep Jabari from watchin' junk, or droppin' super-size, to reduce the size of Ronald's rump, paying Apache's to bring back the scalp of Donald Trump. Action! I'm THAT man, you're only talk. I'm a fat man like Larry Flynt, so I don't even walk. I'm rollin' like Batman and Robin in my own see-saw, skate with Natas and do business with Tony Hawk. [hook] It's businesss...x3 What's the deal man? Why are you taking this so personally? I don't understand man... [Floss] I just arrived from the Ivory Coast, the plane was gross, the Lear Jet gave me armpit sweat, I had to buy new clothes, and find a club, so I can grind some hoes, so what my shoes are made alligators and at night they glow. I can afford it, I'm rich, Abercrombie and Fitch, they were my parents, I was adopted at the age of 6. All I do is take trips, I'm Floss. Diana Ross is my agent for my fragrance, and it's called 'La Crosse.' I have star status, smooth as silk fabrics. I deserve it. What, you think I'm not worth it? That's why I have a Swiss bank account and you're a street urchin, you're at the bottom of the sea and I'm with Blaine surfin'. My calf muscles stay hurtin', skate betties stay workin', my life is waaay perfect... [hook] It's businesss...x3 Hello, uh, yeah I think the line for autographs starts right there, you know what I mean, I don't even talk to dudes anyway, but your girlfriend is cute, you can send her over... [Leaf] Leaf's back bitch, hide your weak tracks it's, time to speak facts about gettin' green stacks. You need cash to buy a truck-load of weed, and to get that I have to sell a fuck-load of speed. I bought it in Old Nice, while rockin' a cold fleece, kept it bung-holed for a week, the police never thought to search me for fear of besmirching their family names, cause Uncle Jack is lurking... Leaf Brown, but my businesss is green. I need a pound, that I can split into teens, and disperse it to the kids in the scene, I'm leavin' town, but you can find me on 'shake-down street.' Hold up, dude this breakdown's sweet, notice how Phil turned his bass down, peep, but for real my new favorite band is Franz Ferdinand. I made a million bucks hustlin' grams at 'Burning Man.' [hook] Its' businesss...x5 Okay, if you're walking around the desert naked, could you please do some sit-ups? No one wants to see your beer gut, but when your girl sees me, she cheers up... Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[Shane] I'm the penthouse suite, you're the 'burbs. How come I didn't get my photo from Jen Silverberg? This is Shane, and I wanna dance, all over the cows at the meat-packing plant. Fuck you. You guys are so obnoxious, you get close to me and I absorb your toxins. It smells bad, like the Frozen Foods, you put me in a really bad attitude. So now it's bitch, all about me, you're gonna get rich and there's no money for me to see. I'm Shane, just part of the scenery, I guess, but I've got surgically altered breasts, man breasts that is, I'm the kid who always comes to take a piss at your house just to be the Wiz. Hey, hey, Frozen Foods fuck you, I don't trust you, Jen good luck boo. Hey y'all, this Shane West with the yay y'all, I just got locked up in jail if you say so, but yo, I'll point a finger back at you, let the memory linger and get the crowd mad at you. It's Shane Westerhoff-Schultz bring the pain. A lot of people, think my rhymes are profane, but that's because they're spoken like Amy Locane, from California, I'm so hot, I'm smoking... [Tucker] Wow Shane, love the O.C. kitsch, but why are you such a hokey bitch? Boo hoo, arrows and bows, your Mom was a real ho. These are old bitten shit, but it's hotter than your writtenness, all I do is practice exquisiteness. My freestyles, you couldn't pack in your finger, you're more like Prince's back-up singers. Shane? I'm so tired of that, yo you smell like Eminem, and you're still wack, so I guess you need a bigger record deal, like 'where's my record deal?' yo, Shane how does it feel? You shocked me like an electric eel, then you came back around and caught me on the reel-to-reel. It's so real that it's fake, so go take your hand and go out on a date, hey Shane, it's just the way it has to be, you battle Tucker Dale Booth and this shit becomes catastrophe. Magically, tragically showing you I statically, emphatically, radically smack the track when you're attacking me... [Chadd] Both of you guys are so pouty, this is Chadd, and the only thing I care about is West County, and you don't live there, so boo hoo, and quit wearing those gay highlights in your hair. Why don't you listen to me? This is Chadd, my Dad works for the law, and you shall see, if you step to me, we'll come back, and slap a lawsuit on you as our weaponry. Chadd Shierholz, own my own dildo, used to know the hobbit, but you can call me Bilbo. Chadd...you're so sad, you're like fucking community college post grads... Yeah! punchline jokes, throw my shit in the air. (Wait, that's Chadd just tryin' to be a player). Used to go to Principia, but now I only hang with Rick Flair, I was chastized by my Sunday teacher about prayer, she said, 'how dare, you not come to church until you realize what clothes you're supposed to wear.' I said, 'I'm a Principian, and you're not even gonna win, because I've learned that's it's my turn, because Mary Baker Eddy had sideburns...' Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[intro] If this is it...oo-wop, please let me know... [Heater] That was ten beers to fix, two broke mirrors, in the morning, I be thinkin' fast, get a move on, once again I'm proof on, so write a song, last couple weeks have been one for the memoirs, with seven past due, I'll probably drink the kevlar, kinda thinkin' chicken for lunch, I'm drinkin' a brew and thinkin' chicken for lunch. I'm drinkin' a brew and thinkin' chicken for lunch...stuff according. Just a step beyond a galavant, a pet named avalanche, terrified, a pair of eyes big enough to block the sun, quick enough to make a man maybe make a run forest so, with the wings of morbid birds of prey, as I make my way to know what path to pass away, people this is trivial, meaning every time I rhyme, residuals collected, subjected, this forty-hour work-week, rap with sick days, to scrimmage the pay, I live in rage like a maze, to make time fly quicker, some use drugs, and some abuse liquor, me all above, Heat is just the mystery fittin' like a glove and I'm fabricating history, this is me, number one with a buck, I dreamed of having guns, but couldn't find a damn bank, my man stank throw one in the drunk tank, hold it, I thought of being rich, but I'd rather be stuff according... believe in my article, the days are now brighter, I've the sun turn moon and groom every lifer, nicer in fact the ego's intact, the writer, one warrant, being restless, was evil even ever on the guest list? I'm guessless, address this within your own nexus, soon you'll caress this idea, it's infectious, for real, my thought that crosses every mind that ever got lost, roaming in time, tonight is kinda different, stuff according, man from pages to pills, to sick of paying bills, ageless at will, as I stated I'm chill, thrills from loose girls leads to illin', dude earl, then back from being lost, and I still left the world, not a moment too soon, some see the room bleed, fools dreams faded, they never made it, screams date it, beings led, souls flock, cold pies and grey skies souls fly away, pack don't lie, images speech, the sun is something, freak, it's nearing it's peak, they call him heat, I call him deep and simple, the smallest movements create giant ripples, visit exquisite tastes, back to back bandages by Ace... stuff according...

[intro by MC 401 (k)] LaCrosse, Frizbee, Foozball, Badmittens, Class of '04...and you know all the rest (John Burroughs in the house)... Everytime I walk down the street in the daytime, I stand on the curb and then I bust a dope rhyme, you know that I rap from here 'til the day break, you my know my dick's nickname is Vinny Testiverticake. Research grants make for scholarly texts and Cialis and wine make for beautiful sex, I won a grammy by the time I hit puberty, and I was boning Diane Lane by the time I hit maturity. If I was two men, I'd have two gigantic dicks, you know my name, MC Dianetics, when I get hungry I have some Mongolian bar-b-que, because I speak that language and I write it too. Great minds think alike, and so do we, I have no patience for your simplicity. Have you ever seen that movie, "The Fog?" There's a part, that involves a dog! [hook x2] Supposebly... I'm most handsome in my class... Supposebly... I get the girls with the ass... Supposebly... I'll be rich in a year or two... Supposebly... I drink a lot of Mountain Dew... [Chadd] Peeyeew, you're probably playing D2. LaCrosse? My whole swim team could beat you, I heard through the grapevine, you're not even a Jew, and you hired a ghostwriter like RJD2. Chadd S. supposebly for sheezy, sittin' on a drop, cock-block like Yung Jeezy, I'm not even a racist dog, you can't tease me, some of my best friends are easy-peasy Japanesies. From T&C, your family's from Clayton. I went to Northwestern. You went to Creighton. My Dad wrote a check. You see what the dollars get. Your Dad works at Sears, so you needed a scholarship. Supposebly front row, for the Red Rocker Sammy, on the Bud Select Tour, he was robbed of a grammy. I had a girlfriend and she had some huge mammies, but I reached up her skirt, and found out she's a tranny... [hook x2] Supposebly... I rock the mic steady... Supposebly... I'm like Mary Baker Eddy... Supposebly... I pray five times a day... Supposebly... I swear I'm not gay... Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[intro by Tucker Booth and Dirty Sanchez] [Tucker] What the fuck are you looking at? Take a picture, it'll last longer! She's with me...I'll fuckin' kill you! [Dirty] Singin' and dancin', hangin' out late night, your little girlfriend, don't know how to act right, stayed with me all night, didn't want me to leave, only said one word, 'my boyfriend's a huge nerd.' [hook] Don't you look at my girlfriend, don't you look in her eyes. No mira se mi novia, one more look and you die, While you were working at Walgreens, I simply slid in your place, and we was dancing some Cha-Cha, I busted boom on her face. [Tucker] Don't talk to her, stay baby stay! When he walked in, I heard him say 'lay lady lay,' and his big brass bed, is more like a futon, his lettuce is red instead of green like my croutons, I'm the man here queer, go take a golden shower, then drink some light beer, and keep your pistol out my flower. This break-up is bittersweet, topped it like the towers, but at least the Walgreen team pay $6.15 an hour. Why do you want her? What kind of dude are you? Your Birkenstock shoes match the blue retard coup. Come on fuckface, you don't know what I'll do, me and my whole crew'll make a frickin' monkey outta you. Is the sex really worth it? She can never come, without the lip service, now talk to the gun, 'hi, my name's nine millimeter, nice to meet you son,' now your over like, 'done, done-di-dee-un, done, done,' NancyBoy scum! [hook] Don't you look at my girlfriend, don't you look in her eyes. No mira se mi novia, one more look and you die. While you were working at Walgreens, I simply slid in your place, and we was dancing some Cha-Cha, I busted boom on her face. [Tristin] What the fuck am I lookin' at? I really can't tell, but if it were a mirror, I think I'd kill myself. Your imaginary gat makes me laugh, the only nine millimeter in here's in your pants. Hobo trash, you show no class, and that's why she'll have no more of your broke-ass. Since I first made her toes curl from the strokin', I've been 2/3 of her whole world, like the ocean. I give her bigger, better sex, (you've lost) I control her thoughts like television sets. Your woman made her choice, she wants a NancyBoy romance to make the panties moist, and while it might be the cock, it's probably the way that I'm everything you're not. She's down to go another round or two, but when I'm thru, I'll send her back around to you. [hook] Don't you look at my girlfriend, don't you look in her eyes. No mira se mi novia, one more look and you die, While you were working at Walgreens, I simply slid in your place, and we was dancing some Cha-Cha, I busted boom on her face. Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com

[Blaine intro] Come on boys, it's time to play, you know what that means...hit the runway... It's Blaine Zapain, I came in on a wave that's just about to crash. Check the stats and you'll collapse, and miss a chance to check my abs, or my ass or a dance, tango with God's perfect man, just be thankful that this class, outpaces your modern cast. We set trends that they can't grasp, then we set their records fast. GQ called me and I laughed, as far as magazines go, they're trash. I will not soil my hands, asking that of me is bad. Listen man, I'm Nance, and an artist of the tan, and... [hook x2] Nancy... You're such a flame, let's just play the game like all you NancyBoys... [Tucker] Some guys say they're Nancy and it's clear their sense of style is scant. Some chics come off Nancy, and then I mistake them for my aunt, that's Nancy, Nancy Noise, from the Ed Hardy hat wearing, pants-me boys, pressure-cooker, shook bum-looker, tranny hooker, can't be boys. So so def, these herbs can't hear a snicker at their Bennetton. Blinded by the light, that I will not 'please pass the Grey Poupon. The more baller they act, their self- respect is going, going, gone. It's like they're Broke Back Mountain passing themselves off as the new Bond. Stay nasty. F the chains and deals, leave that for the folks who get meals on wheels, you can keep your ice grills and Viagra pills, cause I'm...too sexy for the Hills...too sexy for the Hills... [hook] x2 Nancy... You're such a flame, let's just play the game like all you NancyBoys... [Flame on bridge] [Tucker hook] [Tucker outro] Song from the free album ********************* NANCY by The NancyBoys ********************* thefrozenfoodsection.com