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A Nightmare On My Street
DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell about this guy you all know.
He had me scared as hell!
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed.
He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day,
and even if it's hot outside he wears it anyway.
He's gone when I'm awake but he shows up when I'm asleep.
I can't believe that there's a nightmare on my street!
It was a Saturday evening, if I remember it right,
and we had just gotten back off tour last night.
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy if we summoned up the posse and done rushed the movie.
I got Angie,
Jeff got Tina,
Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life.
That was alright because the lady was chill.
Then we dipped to the theater set to ill.
We saw Elm Street and, man, it was def!
And everything seemed alright when we left.
But when I got home and laid down to sleep, that began the nightmare,
but on my street!
It was burning in my room like an oven.
My bed soaked with sweat and, man,
I was buggin'!
I checked the clock.
It had stopped at twelve thirty.
It had melted it was so darn hot.
And I was thirsty!
I went downstairs to grab some juice or a coke, flipped the TV off and then I almost choked when I heard this awful voice comin' from behind. It said...
Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was, broke outside my drawers and screamed, "So long cuz!"
Got halfway up the block, I calmed down and stopped screamin' then thought,
"Oh, I get it I must be dreamin'."
I strolled back home with a grin on my grill.
I figured, since this is a dream, I might as well get ill!
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince,
but Freddy killed all that noise real quick.
He grabbed me by my neck and said,
"Here's what we'll do..."
I said, "Yo, Fred, I think you've got me all wrong,
I ain't partners with nobody with nails that long!
Look, I'll be honest, man, this team won't work.
The girls won't be on you, Fred, your face is all burnt!"
I pat him on the shoulder, said,
"Thanks for stoppin' by."
Then I opened up the door and said,
"Take care, guy!"
He got mad, drew back his arm, and slashed my shirt.
I laughed at first, then thought,
"Hold up, that hurt!"
It wasn't a dream, man, this guy was for real. I said,
"Freddy, uh, pal, there's been an awful mistake here..."
No further words and then I darted upstairs,
crashed through my door, then jumped on my bed, pulled the covers up over my head and said,
"Oh, please do somethin' with Fred!"
He jumped on my bed, went through the covers with his claws, tried to get me, but my alarm went off and then silence!
It was a whole new day, I thought,
"Huh, I wasn't scared of him anyway!"
until I noticed those rips in my sheets.
And that was proof that there had been a nightmare on my street...
I gotta call Jeff...
I gotta call Jeff!
Jeff, come on...
Jeff, come on,
answer it, Jeff!
Come on, Jeff...
Jeff, answer it!
It's Prince, man.
Whatever you do, Jeff, don't fall asleep!
What do you want?!
Man, it's three o'clock in the morning!
Jeff, don't fall asleep! Jeff!
Jeff! Jeff! Jeff! Jeff...