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IntroYou wanted the worstYou got the worstThe one, the only, Limp Bizkit Just Like ThisGet upLike thisJust like thisDo ya feel it?Just like thisDo you wanna catch the vibe?That's keepin me aliveFollowin these phatass beats until I dieFill em with tension, the sick dimensionI rumble the earth with the lowered suspensionJust watch the ground move, let the sound proveThat it ain't fake when the girls get nakedDon't call it a comeback, we bring that beat back!And we make sure John kept them beats phatA lyrical rampage, burnin your headsetOpen your mind, my rhymes ain't dead yetI want ya to stand up, and put them hands upI'm break it down cause you're pumpin my band upLike thisJust like thisGet upMusic is keyIt's the way we're set freeFrom all this world is throwin at meThe rhythm's so insane flowin your veinTriggerin that neck poppin' nerve up in your brainI don't even know ya, but came to show yaThe Bizkit's Limp when the night is overWe shake the whole place, make this earthquakeAnd it ain't fake when we start the riotsRock the bell, psycho female!Doin time blowin up the phonelineCall it a stampede, comin to your townWe ain't gonna hold back, we're comin to get downI want ya to stand up, and put them hands upAnd break it on down cause you're pumpin my band upLike thisJust like thisGet upMusic is keyIt's the way we're set freeFrom all this world is throwin at meAnd I'll do what it takes if I make some mistakesIt's okay cuz it's all just the way it should be.Limp Bizkit's in the house y'allYo Chuck, bring that beat back!Just like thisDo ya feel it?Just like thisYou'll bring that beat back!Music is keyIt's the way we're set freeFrom all this world is throwin at meAnd I'll do what it takes if I make some mistakesIt's okay cuz it's all just the way it should be. NookieI came into the world as a rejectLook into these eyesThen you'll see the size of the sagsThat are pullin on my pastBurnin on my brainEveryone that burns has to learn from the painHey, I think about the dayMy girlie went away with my payAnd these fellas came to playNow she's stuck with my homies that she fuckedAnd I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throatLike a chumpShould I be feelin badShould I be feelin goodIt's kinda sad I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhoodAnd you'd be figured I'd be movin onBut I'm a sucker like I saidFucked up in the head, not!And maybe she just made a mistakeAnd I should give her a breakBut my heart will ache either wayHey, what the hell, whatchu want me to say?I won't lie, that I can't denyI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up yourWhy did it take so longWhy did I take so long, huhTo figure it out, but I didn'tAnd I'm the only oneUnderneath the sun who didn't get itI can't believe that I can be deceivedBy my so-called girl, but in realityShe had a hidden agendaShe put my tender, heart in a blenderAnd still I surrenderI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up yourI'm only humanIt's so easy for your friends to give you their adviceThey tell you just let it goIt's easier said than didI appreciate it, butJust leave me aloneLeave me aloneJust leave me aloneNothing's gonna changeYou can go awayI'm just gonna stay hereAnd always be the sameI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your Break StuffIt's just one of those daysWhen ya don't wanna wake upEverything is fucked, everybody sucks.You really don't know whyBut you wanna justify rippin someone's head offNo human contactAnd if you interact your life is on contractYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker!It's just one of those days!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitIt's just one of those daysFeelin like a freight trainFirst one to complainLeaves with a blood stainDamn right I'm a maniacYou better watch your backCuz I'm fuckin up your programAnd if you're stuck upYou just lucked up,Next in line to get fucked upYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker!It's just one of those days!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitSo come and get itI feel like shit.My suggestion is to keep your distanceCuz right now I'm dangerousWe've all felt like shitAnd been treated like shitAll those motherfuckers who want to step upI hope ya know I pack a chainsawI'll skin your ass rawAnd if my day keeps going this wayI just might break sumthin tonightGive me something to break!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitSo come and get it Re-ArrangedLately I've been skepticalSilent when I would used to speakDistant from all around meWho witness me fail and become weakLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedIt seems that you're not satisfiedThere's too much on your mindSo you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I findLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedYou're no goodFor meThank God its overYou make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'You make believeLife is so long until you're dyin'You make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'Cryin' on meYou make believeThat life is so long until you're dyin'dyin' on me!You think everybody's the sameI don't think that anybody's like youYou ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and I wont be the sameJust think about itYou'll get it I'm BrokeI ain't no jokeSo you should get a penAnd yourself a little note so you don't forget againWhen it comes to cashI've been gettin smokedLendin out my moneyNow I'm brokeSomebody's gettin' choked Cause now its time to pay the piper Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper Don't make me have to call a sniperAnd wipe your brains off my windshield wiper (you dirty bug!)As soon as I get paid they come in massesThere's someone givin classes on kissin peoples assesUnless you're livin' where the trash isDon't even come around here askin where my cash isMe I'm broke.I aint no jokeI'll say it once againIf I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chinSome people never learnBorrowin from me you might regret itFor one I ain't no bank and you got shitty creditAs soon as I get paid they're comin out the woodworkTake your ass and get a job like you should jerkUnless you're livin where the trash isBut you're not so find another spot where the cash isMe I'm brokeGimme back my money, bumYou said you'd pay me backI'm broke and for thatYou deserve a smackin for slackinNow people say I'm a slackerIf I'm a slackerThen its through the eyes of the ones that are blind Nobody Like YouFred: I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)You hate me You like (you like)You like to see me cry It's already a proven factThat you hate and you waitOn me to dieJonathan: It's so scaryI find it hard to confineI will make you see it my wayYou give, I takeYou say you want to be away from meScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me down.I got the reason and I want to knowFred: I'm convinced that you. fucked meReal good. You did (you did)But I won't let goI got my reasons and I'm not leavinSoon I'll wait on you to dieJonathan: Please take this time for me to be unforgivenI give my life to youI lay my life on the line for youFor youFor youScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me downI got the reason and I want to knowYou got no reasonNo fucking reason.And I won't let go Don't Go Off WanderingEvery day it's nothing but stress to meConstantly dwellin on how you got the best of meWanna know somethin I can't believeThe way you keep testin meMentally molesting meWould you think any less of meIf I said that I'd be thereWould you think any less of meIf I said I really careOf course you wouldCause you only want what you can't haveAs for me I'm stuck with my dick in my handBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allMaybe there's more to life than it seemsConstantly running from reality chasing dreamsWanna know somethin I can't believeJust how much memory goes with youDo you think any less of me nowGone look at me nowEverything is goneI can't seem to do anything rightBut I figured out why you don't let me insideBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allNothing at allYou mean nothing to meBut you think I'm useless to you nowBut I need one thing from you nowI insist that you feel meYou saidYou don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at all 9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
Just Like ThisGet upLike thisJust like thisDo ya feel it?Just like thisDo you wanna catch the vibe?That's keepin me aliveFollowin these phatass beats until I dieFill em with tension, the sick dimensionI rumble the earth with the lowered suspensionJust watch the ground move, let the sound proveThat it ain't fake when the girls get nakedDon't call it a comeback, we bring that beat back!And we make sure John kept them beats phatA lyrical rampage, burnin your headsetOpen your mind, my rhymes ain't dead yetI want ya to stand up, and put them hands upI'm break it down cause you're pumpin my band upLike thisJust like thisGet upMusic is keyIt's the way we're set freeFrom all this world is throwin at meThe rhythm's so insane flowin your veinTriggerin that neck poppin' nerve up in your brainI don't even know ya, but came to show yaThe Bizkit's Limp when the night is overWe shake the whole place, make this earthquakeAnd it ain't fake when we start the riotsRock the bell, psycho female!Doin time blowin up the phonelineCall it a stampede, comin to your townWe ain't gonna hold back, we're comin to get downI want ya to stand up, and put them hands upAnd break it on down cause you're pumpin my band upLike thisJust like thisGet upMusic is keyIt's the way we're set freeFrom all this world is throwin at meAnd I'll do what it takes if I make some mistakesIt's okay cuz it's all just the way it should be.Limp Bizkit's in the house y'allYo Chuck, bring that beat back!Just like thisDo ya feel it?Just like thisYou'll bring that beat back!Music is keyIt's the way we're set freeFrom all this world is throwin at meAnd I'll do what it takes if I make some mistakesIt's okay cuz it's all just the way it should be. NookieI came into the world as a rejectLook into these eyesThen you'll see the size of the sagsThat are pullin on my pastBurnin on my brainEveryone that burns has to learn from the painHey, I think about the dayMy girlie went away with my payAnd these fellas came to playNow she's stuck with my homies that she fuckedAnd I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throatLike a chumpShould I be feelin badShould I be feelin goodIt's kinda sad I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhoodAnd you'd be figured I'd be movin onBut I'm a sucker like I saidFucked up in the head, not!And maybe she just made a mistakeAnd I should give her a breakBut my heart will ache either wayHey, what the hell, whatchu want me to say?I won't lie, that I can't denyI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up yourWhy did it take so longWhy did I take so long, huhTo figure it out, but I didn'tAnd I'm the only oneUnderneath the sun who didn't get itI can't believe that I can be deceivedBy my so-called girl, but in realityShe had a hidden agendaShe put my tender, heart in a blenderAnd still I surrenderI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up yourI'm only humanIt's so easy for your friends to give you their adviceThey tell you just let it goIt's easier said than didI appreciate it, butJust leave me aloneLeave me aloneJust leave me aloneNothing's gonna changeYou can go awayI'm just gonna stay hereAnd always be the sameI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your Break StuffIt's just one of those daysWhen ya don't wanna wake upEverything is fucked, everybody sucks.You really don't know whyBut you wanna justify rippin someone's head offNo human contactAnd if you interact your life is on contractYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker!It's just one of those days!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitIt's just one of those daysFeelin like a freight trainFirst one to complainLeaves with a blood stainDamn right I'm a maniacYou better watch your backCuz I'm fuckin up your programAnd if you're stuck upYou just lucked up,Next in line to get fucked upYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker!It's just one of those days!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitSo come and get itI feel like shit.My suggestion is to keep your distanceCuz right now I'm dangerousWe've all felt like shitAnd been treated like shitAll those motherfuckers who want to step upI hope ya know I pack a chainsawI'll skin your ass rawAnd if my day keeps going this wayI just might break sumthin tonightGive me something to break!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitSo come and get it Re-ArrangedLately I've been skepticalSilent when I would used to speakDistant from all around meWho witness me fail and become weakLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedIt seems that you're not satisfiedThere's too much on your mindSo you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I findLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedYou're no goodFor meThank God its overYou make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'You make believeLife is so long until you're dyin'You make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'Cryin' on meYou make believeThat life is so long until you're dyin'dyin' on me!You think everybody's the sameI don't think that anybody's like youYou ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and I wont be the sameJust think about itYou'll get it I'm BrokeI ain't no jokeSo you should get a penAnd yourself a little note so you don't forget againWhen it comes to cashI've been gettin smokedLendin out my moneyNow I'm brokeSomebody's gettin' choked Cause now its time to pay the piper Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper Don't make me have to call a sniperAnd wipe your brains off my windshield wiper (you dirty bug!)As soon as I get paid they come in massesThere's someone givin classes on kissin peoples assesUnless you're livin' where the trash isDon't even come around here askin where my cash isMe I'm broke.I aint no jokeI'll say it once againIf I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chinSome people never learnBorrowin from me you might regret itFor one I ain't no bank and you got shitty creditAs soon as I get paid they're comin out the woodworkTake your ass and get a job like you should jerkUnless you're livin where the trash isBut you're not so find another spot where the cash isMe I'm brokeGimme back my money, bumYou said you'd pay me backI'm broke and for thatYou deserve a smackin for slackinNow people say I'm a slackerIf I'm a slackerThen its through the eyes of the ones that are blind Nobody Like YouFred: I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)You hate me You like (you like)You like to see me cry It's already a proven factThat you hate and you waitOn me to dieJonathan: It's so scaryI find it hard to confineI will make you see it my wayYou give, I takeYou say you want to be away from meScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me down.I got the reason and I want to knowFred: I'm convinced that you. fucked meReal good. You did (you did)But I won't let goI got my reasons and I'm not leavinSoon I'll wait on you to dieJonathan: Please take this time for me to be unforgivenI give my life to youI lay my life on the line for youFor youFor youScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me downI got the reason and I want to knowYou got no reasonNo fucking reason.And I won't let go Don't Go Off WanderingEvery day it's nothing but stress to meConstantly dwellin on how you got the best of meWanna know somethin I can't believeThe way you keep testin meMentally molesting meWould you think any less of meIf I said that I'd be thereWould you think any less of meIf I said I really careOf course you wouldCause you only want what you can't haveAs for me I'm stuck with my dick in my handBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allMaybe there's more to life than it seemsConstantly running from reality chasing dreamsWanna know somethin I can't believeJust how much memory goes with youDo you think any less of me nowGone look at me nowEverything is goneI can't seem to do anything rightBut I figured out why you don't let me insideBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allNothing at allYou mean nothing to meBut you think I'm useless to you nowBut I need one thing from you nowI insist that you feel meYou saidYou don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at all 9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
NookieI came into the world as a rejectLook into these eyesThen you'll see the size of the sagsThat are pullin on my pastBurnin on my brainEveryone that burns has to learn from the painHey, I think about the dayMy girlie went away with my payAnd these fellas came to playNow she's stuck with my homies that she fuckedAnd I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throatLike a chumpShould I be feelin badShould I be feelin goodIt's kinda sad I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhoodAnd you'd be figured I'd be movin onBut I'm a sucker like I saidFucked up in the head, not!And maybe she just made a mistakeAnd I should give her a breakBut my heart will ache either wayHey, what the hell, whatchu want me to say?I won't lie, that I can't denyI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up yourWhy did it take so longWhy did I take so long, huhTo figure it out, but I didn'tAnd I'm the only oneUnderneath the sun who didn't get itI can't believe that I can be deceivedBy my so-called girl, but in realityShe had a hidden agendaShe put my tender, heart in a blenderAnd still I surrenderI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up yourI'm only humanIt's so easy for your friends to give you their adviceThey tell you just let it goIt's easier said than didI appreciate it, butJust leave me aloneLeave me aloneJust leave me aloneNothing's gonna changeYou can go awayI'm just gonna stay hereAnd always be the sameI did it all for the nookie, c'monThe nookie, c'monSo you can take that cookieAnd stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your yeah!Stick it up your Break StuffIt's just one of those daysWhen ya don't wanna wake upEverything is fucked, everybody sucks.You really don't know whyBut you wanna justify rippin someone's head offNo human contactAnd if you interact your life is on contractYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker!It's just one of those days!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitIt's just one of those daysFeelin like a freight trainFirst one to complainLeaves with a blood stainDamn right I'm a maniacYou better watch your backCuz I'm fuckin up your programAnd if you're stuck upYou just lucked up,Next in line to get fucked upYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker!It's just one of those days!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitSo come and get itI feel like shit.My suggestion is to keep your distanceCuz right now I'm dangerousWe've all felt like shitAnd been treated like shitAll those motherfuckers who want to step upI hope ya know I pack a chainsawI'll skin your ass rawAnd if my day keeps going this wayI just might break sumthin tonightGive me something to break!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitSo come and get it Re-ArrangedLately I've been skepticalSilent when I would used to speakDistant from all around meWho witness me fail and become weakLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedIt seems that you're not satisfiedThere's too much on your mindSo you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I findLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedYou're no goodFor meThank God its overYou make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'You make believeLife is so long until you're dyin'You make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'Cryin' on meYou make believeThat life is so long until you're dyin'dyin' on me!You think everybody's the sameI don't think that anybody's like youYou ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and I wont be the sameJust think about itYou'll get it I'm BrokeI ain't no jokeSo you should get a penAnd yourself a little note so you don't forget againWhen it comes to cashI've been gettin smokedLendin out my moneyNow I'm brokeSomebody's gettin' choked Cause now its time to pay the piper Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper Don't make me have to call a sniperAnd wipe your brains off my windshield wiper (you dirty bug!)As soon as I get paid they come in massesThere's someone givin classes on kissin peoples assesUnless you're livin' where the trash isDon't even come around here askin where my cash isMe I'm broke.I aint no jokeI'll say it once againIf I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chinSome people never learnBorrowin from me you might regret itFor one I ain't no bank and you got shitty creditAs soon as I get paid they're comin out the woodworkTake your ass and get a job like you should jerkUnless you're livin where the trash isBut you're not so find another spot where the cash isMe I'm brokeGimme back my money, bumYou said you'd pay me backI'm broke and for thatYou deserve a smackin for slackinNow people say I'm a slackerIf I'm a slackerThen its through the eyes of the ones that are blind Nobody Like YouFred: I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)You hate me You like (you like)You like to see me cry It's already a proven factThat you hate and you waitOn me to dieJonathan: It's so scaryI find it hard to confineI will make you see it my wayYou give, I takeYou say you want to be away from meScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me down.I got the reason and I want to knowFred: I'm convinced that you. fucked meReal good. You did (you did)But I won't let goI got my reasons and I'm not leavinSoon I'll wait on you to dieJonathan: Please take this time for me to be unforgivenI give my life to youI lay my life on the line for youFor youFor youScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me downI got the reason and I want to knowYou got no reasonNo fucking reason.And I won't let go Don't Go Off WanderingEvery day it's nothing but stress to meConstantly dwellin on how you got the best of meWanna know somethin I can't believeThe way you keep testin meMentally molesting meWould you think any less of meIf I said that I'd be thereWould you think any less of meIf I said I really careOf course you wouldCause you only want what you can't haveAs for me I'm stuck with my dick in my handBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allMaybe there's more to life than it seemsConstantly running from reality chasing dreamsWanna know somethin I can't believeJust how much memory goes with youDo you think any less of me nowGone look at me nowEverything is goneI can't seem to do anything rightBut I figured out why you don't let me insideBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allNothing at allYou mean nothing to meBut you think I'm useless to you nowBut I need one thing from you nowI insist that you feel meYou saidYou don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at all 9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
Break StuffIt's just one of those daysWhen ya don't wanna wake upEverything is fucked, everybody sucks.You really don't know whyBut you wanna justify rippin someone's head offNo human contactAnd if you interact your life is on contractYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker!It's just one of those days!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitIt's just one of those daysFeelin like a freight trainFirst one to complainLeaves with a blood stainDamn right I'm a maniacYou better watch your backCuz I'm fuckin up your programAnd if you're stuck upYou just lucked up,Next in line to get fucked upYour best bet is to stay away motherfucker!It's just one of those days!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitSo come and get itI feel like shit.My suggestion is to keep your distanceCuz right now I'm dangerousWe've all felt like shitAnd been treated like shitAll those motherfuckers who want to step upI hope ya know I pack a chainsawI'll skin your ass rawAnd if my day keeps going this wayI just might break sumthin tonightGive me something to break!It's all about the he said she said bullshit.I think you better quit lettin shit slipOr you'll be leavin with a fat lipIt's all about the he said she said bullshitI think you better quit talkin that shitSo come and get it Re-ArrangedLately I've been skepticalSilent when I would used to speakDistant from all around meWho witness me fail and become weakLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedIt seems that you're not satisfiedThere's too much on your mindSo you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I findLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedYou're no goodFor meThank God its overYou make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'You make believeLife is so long until you're dyin'You make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'Cryin' on meYou make believeThat life is so long until you're dyin'dyin' on me!You think everybody's the sameI don't think that anybody's like youYou ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and I wont be the sameJust think about itYou'll get it I'm BrokeI ain't no jokeSo you should get a penAnd yourself a little note so you don't forget againWhen it comes to cashI've been gettin smokedLendin out my moneyNow I'm brokeSomebody's gettin' choked Cause now its time to pay the piper Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper Don't make me have to call a sniperAnd wipe your brains off my windshield wiper (you dirty bug!)As soon as I get paid they come in massesThere's someone givin classes on kissin peoples assesUnless you're livin' where the trash isDon't even come around here askin where my cash isMe I'm broke.I aint no jokeI'll say it once againIf I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chinSome people never learnBorrowin from me you might regret itFor one I ain't no bank and you got shitty creditAs soon as I get paid they're comin out the woodworkTake your ass and get a job like you should jerkUnless you're livin where the trash isBut you're not so find another spot where the cash isMe I'm brokeGimme back my money, bumYou said you'd pay me backI'm broke and for thatYou deserve a smackin for slackinNow people say I'm a slackerIf I'm a slackerThen its through the eyes of the ones that are blind Nobody Like YouFred: I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)You hate me You like (you like)You like to see me cry It's already a proven factThat you hate and you waitOn me to dieJonathan: It's so scaryI find it hard to confineI will make you see it my wayYou give, I takeYou say you want to be away from meScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me down.I got the reason and I want to knowFred: I'm convinced that you. fucked meReal good. You did (you did)But I won't let goI got my reasons and I'm not leavinSoon I'll wait on you to dieJonathan: Please take this time for me to be unforgivenI give my life to youI lay my life on the line for youFor youFor youScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me downI got the reason and I want to knowYou got no reasonNo fucking reason.And I won't let go Don't Go Off WanderingEvery day it's nothing but stress to meConstantly dwellin on how you got the best of meWanna know somethin I can't believeThe way you keep testin meMentally molesting meWould you think any less of meIf I said that I'd be thereWould you think any less of meIf I said I really careOf course you wouldCause you only want what you can't haveAs for me I'm stuck with my dick in my handBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allMaybe there's more to life than it seemsConstantly running from reality chasing dreamsWanna know somethin I can't believeJust how much memory goes with youDo you think any less of me nowGone look at me nowEverything is goneI can't seem to do anything rightBut I figured out why you don't let me insideBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allNothing at allYou mean nothing to meBut you think I'm useless to you nowBut I need one thing from you nowI insist that you feel meYou saidYou don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at all 9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
Re-ArrangedLately I've been skepticalSilent when I would used to speakDistant from all around meWho witness me fail and become weakLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedIt seems that you're not satisfiedThere's too much on your mindSo you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I findLife is overwhelmingHeavy is the head that wears the crownI'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall downBut you don't understand when I'm attempting to explainBecause you know it all and I guess things will never changeBut you might need my hand when falling in your holeYour disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go ofYou and me we're throughAnd rearrangedYou're no goodFor meThank God its overYou make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'You make believeLife is so long until you're dyin'You make believeThat nothing is wrong until you're cryin'Cryin' on meYou make believeThat life is so long until you're dyin'dyin' on me!You think everybody's the sameI don't think that anybody's like youYou ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and I wont be the sameJust think about itYou'll get it I'm BrokeI ain't no jokeSo you should get a penAnd yourself a little note so you don't forget againWhen it comes to cashI've been gettin smokedLendin out my moneyNow I'm brokeSomebody's gettin' choked Cause now its time to pay the piper Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper Don't make me have to call a sniperAnd wipe your brains off my windshield wiper (you dirty bug!)As soon as I get paid they come in massesThere's someone givin classes on kissin peoples assesUnless you're livin' where the trash isDon't even come around here askin where my cash isMe I'm broke.I aint no jokeI'll say it once againIf I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chinSome people never learnBorrowin from me you might regret itFor one I ain't no bank and you got shitty creditAs soon as I get paid they're comin out the woodworkTake your ass and get a job like you should jerkUnless you're livin where the trash isBut you're not so find another spot where the cash isMe I'm brokeGimme back my money, bumYou said you'd pay me backI'm broke and for thatYou deserve a smackin for slackinNow people say I'm a slackerIf I'm a slackerThen its through the eyes of the ones that are blind Nobody Like YouFred: I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)You hate me You like (you like)You like to see me cry It's already a proven factThat you hate and you waitOn me to dieJonathan: It's so scaryI find it hard to confineI will make you see it my wayYou give, I takeYou say you want to be away from meScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me down.I got the reason and I want to knowFred: I'm convinced that you. fucked meReal good. You did (you did)But I won't let goI got my reasons and I'm not leavinSoon I'll wait on you to dieJonathan: Please take this time for me to be unforgivenI give my life to youI lay my life on the line for youFor youFor youScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me downI got the reason and I want to knowYou got no reasonNo fucking reason.And I won't let go Don't Go Off WanderingEvery day it's nothing but stress to meConstantly dwellin on how you got the best of meWanna know somethin I can't believeThe way you keep testin meMentally molesting meWould you think any less of meIf I said that I'd be thereWould you think any less of meIf I said I really careOf course you wouldCause you only want what you can't haveAs for me I'm stuck with my dick in my handBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allMaybe there's more to life than it seemsConstantly running from reality chasing dreamsWanna know somethin I can't believeJust how much memory goes with youDo you think any less of me nowGone look at me nowEverything is goneI can't seem to do anything rightBut I figured out why you don't let me insideBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allNothing at allYou mean nothing to meBut you think I'm useless to you nowBut I need one thing from you nowI insist that you feel meYou saidYou don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at all 9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
I'm BrokeI ain't no jokeSo you should get a penAnd yourself a little note so you don't forget againWhen it comes to cashI've been gettin smokedLendin out my moneyNow I'm brokeSomebody's gettin' choked Cause now its time to pay the piper Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper Don't make me have to call a sniperAnd wipe your brains off my windshield wiper (you dirty bug!)As soon as I get paid they come in massesThere's someone givin classes on kissin peoples assesUnless you're livin' where the trash isDon't even come around here askin where my cash isMe I'm broke.I aint no jokeI'll say it once againIf I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chinSome people never learnBorrowin from me you might regret itFor one I ain't no bank and you got shitty creditAs soon as I get paid they're comin out the woodworkTake your ass and get a job like you should jerkUnless you're livin where the trash isBut you're not so find another spot where the cash isMe I'm brokeGimme back my money, bumYou said you'd pay me backI'm broke and for thatYou deserve a smackin for slackinNow people say I'm a slackerIf I'm a slackerThen its through the eyes of the ones that are blind Nobody Like YouFred: I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)You hate me You like (you like)You like to see me cry It's already a proven factThat you hate and you waitOn me to dieJonathan: It's so scaryI find it hard to confineI will make you see it my wayYou give, I takeYou say you want to be away from meScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me down.I got the reason and I want to knowFred: I'm convinced that you. fucked meReal good. You did (you did)But I won't let goI got my reasons and I'm not leavinSoon I'll wait on you to dieJonathan: Please take this time for me to be unforgivenI give my life to youI lay my life on the line for youFor youFor youScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me downI got the reason and I want to knowYou got no reasonNo fucking reason.And I won't let go Don't Go Off WanderingEvery day it's nothing but stress to meConstantly dwellin on how you got the best of meWanna know somethin I can't believeThe way you keep testin meMentally molesting meWould you think any less of meIf I said that I'd be thereWould you think any less of meIf I said I really careOf course you wouldCause you only want what you can't haveAs for me I'm stuck with my dick in my handBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allMaybe there's more to life than it seemsConstantly running from reality chasing dreamsWanna know somethin I can't believeJust how much memory goes with youDo you think any less of me nowGone look at me nowEverything is goneI can't seem to do anything rightBut I figured out why you don't let me insideBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allNothing at allYou mean nothing to meBut you think I'm useless to you nowBut I need one thing from you nowI insist that you feel meYou saidYou don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at all 9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
Nobody Like YouFred: I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)You hate me You like (you like)You like to see me cry It's already a proven factThat you hate and you waitOn me to dieJonathan: It's so scaryI find it hard to confineI will make you see it my wayYou give, I takeYou say you want to be away from meScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me down.I got the reason and I want to knowFred: I'm convinced that you. fucked meReal good. You did (you did)But I won't let goI got my reasons and I'm not leavinSoon I'll wait on you to dieJonathan: Please take this time for me to be unforgivenI give my life to youI lay my life on the line for youFor youFor youScott: You bring meI got the reason and I won't let goTake me downI got the reason and I want to knowYou got no reasonNo fucking reason.And I won't let go Don't Go Off WanderingEvery day it's nothing but stress to meConstantly dwellin on how you got the best of meWanna know somethin I can't believeThe way you keep testin meMentally molesting meWould you think any less of meIf I said that I'd be thereWould you think any less of meIf I said I really careOf course you wouldCause you only want what you can't haveAs for me I'm stuck with my dick in my handBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allMaybe there's more to life than it seemsConstantly running from reality chasing dreamsWanna know somethin I can't believeJust how much memory goes with youDo you think any less of me nowGone look at me nowEverything is goneI can't seem to do anything rightBut I figured out why you don't let me insideBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allNothing at allYou mean nothing to meBut you think I'm useless to you nowBut I need one thing from you nowI insist that you feel meYou saidYou don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at all 9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
Don't Go Off WanderingEvery day it's nothing but stress to meConstantly dwellin on how you got the best of meWanna know somethin I can't believeThe way you keep testin meMentally molesting meWould you think any less of meIf I said that I'd be thereWould you think any less of meIf I said I really careOf course you wouldCause you only want what you can't haveAs for me I'm stuck with my dick in my handBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allMaybe there's more to life than it seemsConstantly running from reality chasing dreamsWanna know somethin I can't believeJust how much memory goes with youDo you think any less of me nowGone look at me nowEverything is goneI can't seem to do anything rightBut I figured out why you don't let me insideBecause you don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at allNothing at allYou mean nothing to meBut you think I'm useless to you nowBut I need one thing from you nowI insist that you feel meYou saidYou don't feel nothing at allYou don't feel nothing at all 9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
9 Teen 90 NineFame you're claimin is the top of the worldBut this stage is claimin is the top of the worldLove I'm feelin when you people connectAnd if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respectIf you're wondering I got plenty of flowsI'm makin plenty of friends and many are foesBut as the audience grows security knowsStoppin me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're headinCuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayHate, a feelin I don't really getAnd hate can get you in some serious shitTime is somethin that might change meBut I cant time so fuck itI've been stumblin' through these thoughtsAnd I thought the fact that I could be deliriousBut as the audience grows security knowsStop me now is kinda seriousNo use in dreadin what they call ArmageddonI think we made it through the slumpBut who really cares where we're leadinAuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!So let's make somethin out of itThis way we can all relateWorldwide we collideThis is how we communicateSo lets make somethin out of itWhoever thought we would see the dayI can't believe we did itSo lets drift awayWe see good things change and good things go awayWe see good things waste and we waste the painWhat we need is a place to escape from todayRight?What we need is a place to escape from today!Right?!Bring it onYou wanna be down with the G shockFuck the glam rockAssed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut I ain't all about thatYou gotta be down with the G shockfuck the glam rockassed out like Ken ShamrockMCs detest meWanna chest to chest meBut you don't want none of thatWhere we at?Don't stop!It's 9 Teen 90 Nine! N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
N 2 Gether NowFred: Who can be the boss?Flick em to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin on the sidewaysI'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeDashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled on his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)I'm workin on them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round and I'll knock him outMethod Man: They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unplugged(?)Temperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in tha club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLife is love all day till they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbambooMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)Deadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both (don't know)Limp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyle up the prolific and giftedSend you vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my fecesKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baseline(don't know)Where you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and injectFred: Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimp on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Method Man - (don't know)When it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crownMethod Man: What's that, I didn't hear youShut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!Method Man: It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-YOne Oh Three Oh FourWu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein breezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeace Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
Trust?Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?You know I see right through youWhen you act like you don't know meYou lie, you cheat. You steal, you losewouldn't wanna be in your shoesAlways lookin over your shoulderFor the ones you stickYou sick little prickIt looks like your times runnin outCreepin up your backSo whatchu all about?I'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownYou're the kind of guy with two facesJust another life that's wastedHere's a little factYou do me like thatEnd up in the back of my trunk in a sackYou'd better keep your hands offWhat's mine or anybody else'sWhen you're selfishYour wealth isAll you crave from the cradle to the graveI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clownI got a little bitty questionJust what the fuck are you thinkin?You think you're all that and then someWell you're notI think you're dum ditty dumbI take it backThose thoughts are kinda whackDon't really need that kind of karma on the trackMaybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream andBurn you like a demon and leave your ass screaminTo be exact I wanted to reactMission of attackYour head was gettin crackedBut you're a human beinThat's lucky to be breathinAnd that's thatthat's thatI don't trust anybodyCuz nobody trust meNever gonna trust anybodyAnd that's the way its gonna beI'm too fuckin' goodAnd fuckin' proudI'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
No SexWent too fastWay too soonI feel disgusted and you should tooIt's no good when all that's left is the sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inWait... it's my assYour perfumeIt makes temptation hard to refuseSo I guess we undressedTo have sexDirty sexSex has become all I know about youMemories of those filthy things that we doThere is not one single thought that is left after sex with youShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right inYou couldn't respect yourselfI couldn't respect myselfI realize that I'm worth more than thatRealize I mean more than thatShould've left my pants on this timeBut instead you had to let me dive right inShould've left my pants on this timeYou let me dive right in Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
Show Me What You GotWhere you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston MaineWhere you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?I left my heart in Austin with Mary CampbellGot lost in Boston lookin for the tea partyMet a child molester in WorchesterNeed a Kleenex every time I'm leavin PhoenixI get silly when I play in PhillyLimp Bizkit committee down in Kansas CityNever know what I'm in for when I'm play in DenverHard rock don't stop down in VegasIn Cincinnati the girls call me daddyAnd I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in ClevelandFound my lucky coin in Des MoineAnd spit on a boy named Tina in PasadenaWe get the swing from new OrleansFt worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challisTulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LAWhat can I say, I can't name em allSo somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I can't help but believe in these friendsThese bands, these tours and these places I've beenI thank God, Mom & DadAdriana, the sky, for the love I feel insideJordan, my phat ass bandWithout em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a canWithout the fans there wouldn't be no showAnd if that was really so then life would really blowTo the firm, you always got my back.Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracksMy brother Cory D, my man Terry DateWe brought it to the plate and you made it sound greatScott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody canWu-Tang Clan skills from the MethodThe worlds best MC kills on this recordSlim Shady, crazy ass crackerStaind, a brand new drug for your brainLes Claypool, for actin like a fooland all of the bands with the demos that were coolI'm so grateful for this life of mineThe ones I didn't thank I will some other timeNow I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck upAnd show me what you got!Hey ladies!Who's hot, who's not!I've been around this world and then someDumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from?I went from the garage to steppin' on these stagesOutrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagiousAn MC with bad habits I amI see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?Comin raw with no correctionsSavin all perfection's for what I do with my erectionsSo dream on! A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
A Lesson LearnedThis pain in my stomachWon't go awayI assume this is punishmentFor the mistakes I've madeIn a world where my actionsSpeak louder than wordsI know people than could ever beWhat lesson I've learned from it allFortune and fame are disguised as your friendCause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
OutroYou wanted the worstYou've got the worstThe one, the onlyLimp BizkitWe could've stoppedYou wanted the best?Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!Balls made of steelBut don't hit me in the nuts thoughLimp Bizkit's in the house!You ain't shit!
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