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Play the fucking track! |
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Play that fucking track! |
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Oh there it is |
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Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right you all, Method Man |
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We just keep on rollin', baby |
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Are you ready?! |
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Are you ready?! |
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Are you ready?! |
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Move in, now move out |
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Hands up, now hands down |
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Back up, back up |
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Tell me what you're gonna do now |
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Breath in, now breath out |
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Hands up, now hands down |
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Back up, back up |
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Tell me what you're gonna do now |
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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Uggh |
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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What? |
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Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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Uggh |
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Now I know you all be lovin' this shit right here |
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L.I.M.P |
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Bizkit is right here |
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People in the house put them hands in the air |
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'cause if you don't care then we don't care |
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See I ain't giving a fuck |
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When pressing your luck |
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Untouchable, branded unfuckable |
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So keep me in this cage |
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Until you run that mouth |
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Then I might have to play |
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And break the fuck out |
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And then we'll see who's left |
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After one round with X |
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And what am I bringing next? |
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Just know it's Red and Meth |
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So where the fuck you at? |
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Punk, shut the fuck up |
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And back the fuck up |
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While we fuck this track up |
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Are you ready?! |
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Oh what, you all thought you all were promotion me? |
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Check my dangerous slang |
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Atrocious |
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When I let these nuts hang |
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Focus |
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It's Wutang |
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What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish |
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I wave my black flag at the roaches |
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Who approach us |
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These twin supersoakers |
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Who have poisonous darts for copers |
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Too late to get your blowgun unholsted |
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You lept, light it up, and lightly toasted |
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So what? |
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I drink and smoke too much |
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So what? |
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I cut too much |
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Shut the fuck the up |
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Now when we roll |
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You motherfuckers turn in your gold |
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'cause for the platinum |
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I'm jackin' niggers up in limos |
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It ain't nothin' for bullets |
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To unbutton your clothes |
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This wretched yellow mellow tissue |
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Up in his nose |
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You bitches |
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Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts |
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I'm hairy as hell |
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Ah to hell |
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And tattooed up |
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I'm a dog |
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Only fuck in the bathroom, what? |
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In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts |
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My name is Johnny Donny Brascoe |
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Talk the gat low |
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Cut your cash flow |
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Yell if you want money |
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Funny how hungry they'll be |
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Snatch crumbs from me |
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Dark and hard |
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Mix bodies in the mosh pit |
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Yo, and I'm the D.O. |
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You're lookin' at the raw invented |
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On Friday I spit |
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Thirty five to forty minutes |
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Smell up the bathroom |
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Like Craig Paul was in it |
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Ending up on your back |
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Whose whore's up in it |
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Anyone can match me |
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I crack 'em all a Guinness |
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Fuck how many thugs are players? |
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A ball is in it |
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Brick city, Shaolin |
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Better call 'em sinners |
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Boys that'll run up in your |
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White mall and spill it |
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Yo, peace and come on! |
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It just don't get no darker than that |
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Kid with the Parka |
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Go ahead with the boots |
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And shoots to make it spark |
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Now I'm a fair nigger |
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But ain't there nigger |
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Quicker than the hair trigger |
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Took you dead nigger |
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It'd better like |
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Yo man, trying to hold your breath |
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In your head |
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'cause you'll be shitting on yourself |
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'cause you're already dead |
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And at the funeral you won't need a casket |
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I'm leaving just enough |
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For them to stuff their basket |
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But their skippin' |
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Task it |
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I'm gonna need my ass kicked |
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My mom never let me forget |
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That I'm a bastard |
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I ain't never been shit |
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There ain't gonna be shit |
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That's why I take shit |
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Whenever I see shit |
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And to their D shit |
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D Sharp |
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Do what I wanna do |
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And that's what I'm gonna do |
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Right here in front of you |
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And I'll be running you |
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Wait up man, stand up out |
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Yeah niggers ain't running a fucking thing |
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But your mouth |
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You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah) |
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You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?) |
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Because we get it on (when?) |
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Every day and every night (oh) |
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See this platinum thing right here? (uh huh) |
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Well we're doing it all the time (what?) |
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So you'd better get some better beats |
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And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh!) |
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And if you really really really wanna get shit started |
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Then people everywhere just get retarded |
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Get retarded! |
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People everywhere just get retarded! |
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That's right baby! |
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What now punk |
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Limp Bizkit |
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DMX |
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Method Man |
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Red Man |
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Swizz Beats |
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Where the fuck you at? |
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Punk that shit! |
