1999
Happy New Year!
Let me see them hands!
Do you feel it?
If you feel it, get up, c'mon get up!
I was feelin' when I wrote this, could be good if we go insane.
When I woke up this morning could've sworn it was Judgement Day.
The sky was all purple, and people runnin' everywhere.
Try to run from the destruction?
You know I didn't even care.
You know it, c'mon!
Are you ready?
Dance, dance!
2000, zero zero!
Party up, all the time!
'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999!
Come on, one more time, let's do it!
2000, zero zero, party up, all the time!
'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999!
Do you feel me, New York City?
It goes like this.
Let's try it again, c'mon!
This is 1999, get up!
I was feelin' when I wrote this, could sue me if I go too fast.
But life is just a party and parties weren't meant to last.
This money's grown around me, my mind's never been a party!
But if we gotta die, gonna party with a price to pay!
Are you ready, sing with me.
Let's do it!
Dance!
2000, zero zero, party up, through all the time!
'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999!
Everybody, c'mon! 2000, zero zero party up, all the time!
'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999!
Let me hear some noise, New York City!
>> All In The Family
Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?
My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother fucker (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man,
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.
Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it,
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what),
You little faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my dick kid,
Like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever).
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!"
The halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy,
smelling on your flowers,
nappy hairy chest,
look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby).
I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod,
but you said it best,
"There's no place to hide."
Jonathan: What the fuck you saying?
You're a pimp whatever.
Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what).
Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin',
Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'.
Plus your bills I'm payin'.
You can't eat that shit every day Fred,
Lay off the bacon.
Fred: Say what, say what, you better your fuckin' mouth Jon.
Jon: So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: You hate me!
Jon: You know what, it's all in the family.
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice,
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice!
You better run, run while you can,
Can never fuck me up, Bitz Climpkit.
At least I got a phat original band.
Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You).
You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay),
You need a new job (ha).
Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist
And buy yourself a new drill (fuck you).
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye,
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away (get a gay?),
Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday.
Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep),
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool).
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger)
And all you eat is zingers (zingers?).
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!).
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level.
Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your Fuckin' nut (oh yeah).
Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here).
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh).
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh).
It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover.
Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth.
Jonathan: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
And I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
Jonathan: And I love you!
Fred: And I want you!
Jonathan: And I'll suck you!
Fred: And I'll fuck you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck fuck you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother fucker.
Fred: Say what? Say...what?
>> Bleed
What goes around comes around, you better realize
You kill life. You kill life. Why? Why?
I see your eyes, I see your lies.
I see you hide, inside.
What goes around comes around, now it's your time.
How long can you lie?
How long can you hide?
How long can you live with your soul bleed?
How long can you live with your soul.....
(Chorus) Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! [repeats]
What goes around comes around, no more lies.
You kill life. You kill life. Why? Why?
I see a mother cry. I see a brother cry.
Bring it on! Bring it!!!
I'll make you bleed and you're bleeding now (bleed!) [repeats]
Motherfucker!
I got my pride and that's all I need!
I'll make you bleed with another blow without the radio.
Don't take advantage of this process.
You might have to digest a blade, made for your ass to fade.
I'm livin' on instinct.
Never think when I'm rushin', bones crushin'.
When I put your sorry ass in a package, you piece of shit!
Sealed and delivered from a savage, and now you sweat because you're going down.
You envious clown! Bleed!
(Chorus)
>> Bring The Noise
Gimme some guitars punk
Sweet Leth
Limp Bizkit in the house
What fucken' house?
Seattle baby
Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind
Bring the noise
Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-o said "freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I never really had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cuz my records they sell
'Cuz a brother like me said "well?"
Farrakhan's a racist and I think you outta listin to
What he can say to you what you otta do
Follow for now power of the people say.
"Make a miracle, D. pump the lyrical"
United we stand, all in all, we're gonna win.
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!
Never badder than bad 'cuz the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cuz the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying
Inside music that the critics are blasting me
For they'll never care for the brother and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war.
We got to demostrate, come on
They're gonna have to wait 'till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black. but we'll see if they'll play this
Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is Lethal dose, we call him Leth you know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father or our rock' n' roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin' you call a band man
Makin' a music abuse it but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run DMC first said a DJ could be a band
Stand on it's feet get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LB as well, hell
Records from Fred D still we can rock bells
Ever for ever, Universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!
Bring that fucken' noise, and get the fuck up
Get the fuck up
Bring the noise
Bring it
Fuck this
Limp Bizkit
Fuck this
In the studio
Fucken Suck ass
Bring that noise
Man fuck this
Terry Date is a fucken pain
Everybody shut up and turn the fucken' tape off
>> Cambodia
Are you ready baby?
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up!
Let me hear some noise!
There's diffintely not enough people on the fucking floor
There's diffintely not enough people on the fucking floor
You people come on get up
Woo ha
Wait just a minute
I see your mouth moving
But I don't hear a word that you say
Mish mosh
Up and bring my psycho highways
My ways up and down like the Dow Jones
I bring these microphones
I don't exaggerate
Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate
Don't hate you people just the 'tudes the attitudes
Lose the attitude
And I wouldn't be fucking mad at you
But if your fighting don't be fighting
Kid I'm sorta liking what your stealing
Your open room style needs some healing
Checked out by my flow I'm glad you know
Behind this punk I got the phattest fucking live show
You feel the tension the eye balls in your socket
You can't apprehend I'll be rock it you can't stop it
You like the ways we be living it
You need it your demo tape punk
Inspected then ejected who survives at the end of the day
When to much air play huh I'm gonna keep it all on the ground
I need you help baby
Get up!
Woo ha
Cambodia
What do you know about this punk!?
Who's hot, who's not?
Wait just a minute I see your mouth moving
But I don't hear a word that you say
Hand grenades best describes the impaction
Leaving no satisfaction
You take it back what was you doing back in 82'
No need for intrust
Just the thought for your mental call out
Shelter helter-skelter the J I'll bet ya the deal will upset ya
But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda
The king pin Bizkit that flows be on ya
The mental highways my path you can't stop the unexpected
So check your road block
Old black water keep on rolling
Cause this mic is mine and I'll keep on shinning on you
Do you feel it?
Then get up, get up!
Woo ha
Cambodia
What do you know about this punk!?
Who's hot, who's not?
>> Crushed
It's limp bizkit
And this is how we learn
You can't talk to me
You're not supposed be, in my face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
You gotta talk that shit,
You gotta keep that dog-ass breath
All up in my face
But I remember when,
you would never lie to a friend
cause you were so high,
you were so shy,
you were so fucked up anyway
life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
you can't erase me,
I'm alive as I can be, in your face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
just gotta turn out like this,
you're gonna burn out like this all up in my face
but I remember how
you said you want it all and you want it now
cause you were so young,
you were so dumb
you were so fucked up anyway
life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
think about it (think about it),
Think about it (think about it)
Oh my (oh my), where you at (where you at)?
C'mon(c'mon)
I know you feelin' it baby (feelin' it baby)
I know you feelin' that (feelin' that)
C'mon
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
Cause my styyyyyyyyyyyyle is identical to none
(Identical to none)
outta here (outta here)
I'm getting' the hell outta here (hell outta here)
Limp bizkit style (limp bizkit style)
Hey lethal wait up (hey lethal wait up)
>> Doing Time On A Rock Line
3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.
I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?
I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.
And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.
(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.
Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.
But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.
Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.
Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.
Doin' time on the rock line.
I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.
Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)
Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.
Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys.
>> Get Naked
Freak, freak, freak it. (Repeats)
Methods Of Mayhem: Seventy-seven million dollars made from watching me cum.
Under the sun on my vacation. (After hours on Spectravision),
Shootin' my jizzy jizm, the woody has rizzy risen.
I ain't gettin' paid to entertain your bridal showers,
Rockin' my porno tape for hours and hours.
The hoes are fearin' me,
It's bigger than Ron Jeremy!
Fred: 'Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak,
And I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week.
And if you ask me, I'll be glad to speak,
Until we get butt naked and break it down with nasty.
Methods Of Mayhem: (chorus) Get, get naked. (C'mon baby make me hot.)
Get, get naked. (Ride the cock till you hit the spot.)
Get, get naked. (C'mon baby make me hot.)
Get, get naked.
Methods Of Mayhem: Woof woof! Doin' it doggie style!
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay,
Bow wow yippie yo yippy yay,
Get it on! (meow). (Repeats).
The little Geisha hoe from Tokyo who said she could blow.
"Ten dolla love me long time in a limo."
For really dough, I'm just tryin' to fly with the flows.
Freak up some hoe's, blow up the shows.
Make a little dough-hoe as if you didn't know,
Back to the strip club freakin' up some more hoes.
Swingin' my dingaling, it ain't no thing. (Hell yeah.)
It's those intergalactic hoes who came down in those space probes,
Fine green heinies representin' with no clothes.
(Mix Master Mike, mix Master Mike). (Oh, God oh!)
Man, your pussy tight! No jimmy, no gimmie, no lust.
In the Methods of Mayhem we trust.
So rip off your clothes and expose your busts.
Fred: 'Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak
And I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week.
So if you ask me, I'll be glad to speak,
Until we get butt naked and break it down with (nasty).
Methods Of Mayhem: (Chorus)
You only love me when you want punani.
Queen bitch, red lipstick, that all black car with the phony phat bar.
Fuck a blow job, this a motherfuckin' hard.
Under seven inches, sorry.
Man I mean, I can't fuck the pimp.
I like to, ride the cock till you hit the spot.
Mmm, come on baby make me hot.
Got a convertible? Drop the top.
Before we do a thing I want the diamonds and the rings.
The Spurs, the Knicks, the Jews, the Minks.
Ya know I'm freaky, so you gotta keep me and I know ya hate it but umm...
Methods of Mayhem: Get naked! (You think you gettin' this?
You ain't stickin' this, we don't want your dick!)
Fuck the dumb games, the girls that complain,
And I ain't leavin' till you sleepin' on a cum stain.
(You think you gettin' this?
You ain't stickin' this, we don't want your dick!)
Fuck the dumb games, the girls that complain,
And I ain't leavin' till you sleepin' on a cum stain.
Methods Of Mayhem: (chorus)
>> Hell Of A Band
Ladies and gentlemen.
Please welcome to the center of the stage, the one, the only...
You got it my hips are shaking left to right and uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Say uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Sin, sin, bullet to the head, little John slaps that beat.
Sammy hits that bass hit nookie, rumble you outta your seat.
Now where's that freaky ass son of a bitch?
That guitar raving man?
Lethal's scratchin' up them balls,
Limp Bizkit's one hell of a band.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right left.
Yeah, my back is aching, my belt's too tight,
My hands are shaking left to right.
I said uh! Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everbody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Ha ha! Uh, Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh, Limp Bizkit...(fades out).
>> Human Pinata
Videodrone:
Directions say assembly required, nothing's admired,
The majority's been hired, wired, the truth,
The roof is on fire.
A life, all I desire.
Paychecks, respect disappears quickly.
Situation tense trickly.
Hand jobs, yes, they have plenty.
Backs cracked for copper pennies.
Migraines, wrist sprains, free samples of rogaine,
Fill me with anything.
Regaining ground while the well endowed
Sit proud with their heads in the clouds.
Prophets predicted it, inscribed on the minds of the ancient tribes.
Mother Nature's striking back.
Come suffer with me! (repeated 3x).
What will you do, the chosen few?
With your Reebok shoes and your missing clues,
Pretend it will go away?
Oxygen levels growing thin,
The opposite of birth unfolds within.
Must prepare and be aware,
The existence of man will disappear.
No tunnel harps, angels to follow.
Every man, woman, child swallowed.
No eight o'clock alarm tomorrow.
Man returns the earth he borrowed,
And while the meek obey to repeat defeat.
(Mother nature releases).
Come suffer with me! (repeated 3x).
Fred: One-nine, nine-nine (what, yeah!)
Gotta get a grip, c'mon, what's this fuckin' world coming to?
Run for shelter, helter skelter.
It's too bad, before too long, there'll be no songs.
No break of dawn, it'll all be gone,
'Cause Mrs. Mother Nature, she's grown to hate ya.
It's the apocalypse kid, a little karma for all that you did.
You want to know where we're heading? Armageddon!
Come suffer with me! (repeated 4x).
(Will time erase the human race?)
>> Jump Around
How many of you people remember the House Of Pain?
I wanna bring out, my man Poe, from Style Elevish.
And my man Easy Rock, from the Rock Steady Crew.
You like break-dancing baby?
Are you ready?
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin.
I came to win, battle me, that's a sin.
I won't ever slack up, punks you better back up.
Try to play the role, and the whole crew will act up.
Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up,
And if you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling.
Least with the funk flow, man you talkin' junk yo.
Bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks home.
Feelin, fuckin', man's it's in the junk,
And I got more ryhmes than the cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop.
Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in KoRn plus my mom and my pops.
Came to get down, came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around.
C'mon, jump around.
Jump around, get up!
Jump around, c'mon!
Jump up, jump up, and get down!
Jump (repeated 16 times)!
I'll slam your ass like John Mckenroe,
If your bitch steps up.... (I'm smackin' the ho)
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs.
Got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms.
Just like the Radical Son I've returned.
If anyone's steppin' to me you get burned.
Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none.
And if you wanna battle then bring a... (shotgun)
Well if you do you're a fool, cause I'll put fools to death.
Try to step to me, you take your last breath.
I got the skill, man I got your fill.
Cause when I shoot, man, I shoot to kill.
Came to get down, I came to get down,
So get your ass up and jump around.
C'mon. Jump around!
Jump around everybody!
Jump around, it's your last chance!
Jump up, jump up to get down!
Jump (repeated 16 times)!
Everybody jump!
We'll see ya next year baby!
>> Opiate
Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to use you..
like me,
like me.
If you want to get your soul to heaven,
trust in me.
Don't judge or question.
You are broken now ,
but faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.
My Gods will
becomes me.
When he speaks out,
he speaks through me.
He has needs
like I do.
We both want
to rape you.
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
and your lies.
>> Turn Me Loose
Eminem: Uh huh. Aight.
Fred: Check.
Eminem: Slim Shady.
Fred: Shady, do the mic kid.
Eminem: I don't do black music, I don't do white music.
I make fight music for high school kids.
I put lives at risk when I drive like this. (Screech!)
With a slipped disk from a Limp Bizkit disc.
I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts.
So I get pissed and can't pick which wrist to slit.
Little rich kids in cribs don't attempt this shit.
So step back while I prep up to pimp this bitch.
So I says to this girl I'm like:
"What up girl? Shut up girl."
Showed her a cut up squirrel.
She screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her.
Slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer.
I moved on to two blondes kissin' on a futon.
"Hey yo baby!" "What do you want?"
I looked at them both and I was like
"Uh check this out toots, I'm lookin' for cookie puss.
I need to speak to him immediately."
They played my video on MTV last week.
And just when I was thinkin' I was all that and then some in comes Fred Durst.
Fred: Yo Shady, let me get some!
Who knows what galaxy I came from.
One where a bass drum's hung from a high-chair.
Now I'm a nightmare.
You stay right there.
I got the fever for the flavor of a single.
See me and Shady, I think we got it locked down.
Shocked by the sound,
I got you cruisin' with your top down.
These two blondes, I offered 'em both a drink.
And this you would think could get the party started.
But instead, them girls turned their heads.
Opened up their mouths, smelled like somebody farted.
So it was time for me to move on.
Shady said the living room was a dance floor.
So turn me loose.
I was cuttin' a rug with this chick.
Bumped into this dude who was drunk and a prick.
Ramblin' on about how he was gonna kill me.
Wow, I spilled a drink on his shirt!
But no, he insisted we should go.
Before I could drop 'em, Shady had to clock 'em.
The music stopped, the party stood in shock.
So I looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf.
Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
This party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
This party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
Eminem: Turn me loose!
You better tell them to come re-shingle the roof.
Just keep feedin' me free drinks till I puke.
Fred'll ask me to lead sing in his group.
I'm sittin' in the barn, I'm not bein' approached.
Cause Fred's over there, stealin' all of my hoes.
"Yo Fred, save me some!"
I walked up to these siamese twins.
Asked them to have a threesome.
Told 'em two heads are better than one,
Plus I respect how y'all roll together as one.
Got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin.
Stood up like: "Hey wait! Where you goin'?" "Bye!"
Oh well, three strikes and I'm out.
And I just struck out three times in a row.
Fuck it, I'm chillin'.
Took a shot of yable, fell asleep,
I was silly.
Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
This party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
This party's goin' my way, or no way at all. (repeats)
.
>> Just Drop Dead
Ok, where the hell you been?
Said that you'd been hanging with your cute girlfriend
Then I get a call, kinda woke me up
Said that they saw you chillin' with this young little fuck,
I was kinda dazed and maybe confused,
Never woulda expected this terrible news,
Not only were you kissing this fool you been dissing
You were playing me out
Now you better listen
What the fuck is going on?
Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!)
Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your fucking mouth everyday!
I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the fucking line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your ass burnin'
Cause I deserve more,
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead
Just drop dead
Rewind
Back to the start (Go)
When we got together I gave you my heart
You made a few mistakes
But that's how it goes
And every time I broke up you gave my ass a rose (aww)
Saying that your sorry
And I'm the only one
Believed you like a chump
While you were having fun
I was feelin' lonely
While you were with your hommie
Ain't that a bitch?
Now your boy can blow me
What the fuck is going on?
Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!)
Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your fucking mouth every day!
I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the fucking line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
and leave your ass burnin'
Theres love
Theres lust
Then blood
Then guts
Your touch
My crutch
I trust you way too much
Theres love
Theres lust
Then blood
Then guts
Your touch
My crutch
I trust you way too much!!
You gotta lotta fuckin' nerve!
Ya think this is a fuckin' tennis match? (Bitch!)
Time for me to serve
John Mackinroe
Ready for me ho?
Its 15-love
Where the fuck they gonna go? (Huh?)
Where the fuck you gonna go? (Huh?)
Where the fuck you gonna go? (Huh?)
What the fuck is going on?
Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!)
Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your fucking mouth every day!
I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the fucking line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your ass burnin'
Theres love
Theres lust
Then blood
Then guts
Your touch
My crutch
I trust you way too much
>> Crack Addict
3... 2... 1...
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
You see its one for the trouble
And two for the time
One for the trouble
And two for the time
One for the trouble
And two for the time
Come on y'all and let?s rock
Now I'm gonna full up my lungs with some potage
Turn the mic into a flame
DAMN that shit's hot
Super heavy
Build like a Chevy
and I ain't really mad at the "hey hey"
Round Two
you ready for a break?
you keep on talking I?m gonna
break you up something like this
full throttle
better be prepared
coming with the kick and the snare
Apocalypse now
Whose Talking shit now
Gimme the countdown
3? 2? 1?
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
I want to throw you
A tinted face right now
Not Really Sure that
Not really sure I know how
Gonna try
Gonna try
Give you piece of my mind
Gonna try
Gonna try
And I hope you don?t mind
I?m a crack addict
That?s right I?m a crack addict
You heard me I?m a crack addict
I'm addicted to crackin sculls which cause a lot of static
It?s time to panic
I'm addicted to crackin sculls which cause a lot of static
It?s time to panic
I'm addicted to crackin sculls which cause a lot of static
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
>> Full Nelson
Why is everybody always picking on me?
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
One of these days we'll be in the same place
In the same place punk, at the very same time
And when it takes place
And you wanna talk shit
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
I ain't believing all the shit you been talking 'bout me
Don't even know me, and still you're talking shit about me
One of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act
In the act, red handed
Caught up in the act, punk
And that'll be the day, the one and only day
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Shhhh
So where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?
And where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?
I'm upset at our people
Who permanently rape us
We're talking
We try to ignore them
Ignore them until they keep talking
They think that they're building an empire
Without us
We've got the torch now
We've got the fire to burn this mutherfucker down
Town, town
Burn this mutherfucker down
Town, town
Burn this mutherfucker now
Down, down
Burn this mutherfucker now
Down, down
Burn this mutherfucker
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Mutherfucker!
Just shut your fucken' mouth!
Bring it on Lethal
Come on
Happy New Year!
Let me see them hands!
Do you feel it?
If you feel it, get up, c'mon get up!
I was feelin' when I wrote this, could be good if we go insane.
When I woke up this morning could've sworn it was Judgement Day.
The sky was all purple, and people runnin' everywhere.
Try to run from the destruction?
You know I didn't even care.
You know it, c'mon!
Are you ready?
Dance, dance!
2000, zero zero!
Party up, all the time!
'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999!
Come on, one more time, let's do it!
2000, zero zero, party up, all the time!
'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999!
Do you feel me, New York City?
It goes like this.
Let's try it again, c'mon!
This is 1999, get up!
I was feelin' when I wrote this, could sue me if I go too fast.
But life is just a party and parties weren't meant to last.
This money's grown around me, my mind's never been a party!
But if we gotta die, gonna party with a price to pay!
Are you ready, sing with me.
Let's do it!
Dance!
2000, zero zero, party up, through all the time!
'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999!
Everybody, c'mon! 2000, zero zero party up, all the time!
'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999!
Let me hear some noise, New York City!
>> All In The Family
Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?
My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother fucker (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man,
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.
Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it,
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what),
You little faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my dick kid,
Like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever).
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!"
The halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy,
smelling on your flowers,
nappy hairy chest,
look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby).
I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod,
but you said it best,
"There's no place to hide."
Jonathan: What the fuck you saying?
You're a pimp whatever.
Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what).
Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin',
Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'.
Plus your bills I'm payin'.
You can't eat that shit every day Fred,
Lay off the bacon.
Fred: Say what, say what, you better your fuckin' mouth Jon.
Jon: So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: You hate me!
Jon: You know what, it's all in the family.
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice,
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice!
You better run, run while you can,
Can never fuck me up, Bitz Climpkit.
At least I got a phat original band.
Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You).
You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay),
You need a new job (ha).
Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist
And buy yourself a new drill (fuck you).
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye,
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away (get a gay?),
Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday.
Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep),
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool).
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger)
And all you eat is zingers (zingers?).
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!).
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level.
Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your Fuckin' nut (oh yeah).
Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here).
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh).
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh).
It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover.
Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth.
Jonathan: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
And I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
Jonathan: And I love you!
Fred: And I want you!
Jonathan: And I'll suck you!
Fred: And I'll fuck you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck fuck you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother fucker.
Fred: Say what? Say...what?
>> Bleed
What goes around comes around, you better realize
You kill life. You kill life. Why? Why?
I see your eyes, I see your lies.
I see you hide, inside.
What goes around comes around, now it's your time.
How long can you lie?
How long can you hide?
How long can you live with your soul bleed?
How long can you live with your soul.....
(Chorus) Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! [repeats]
What goes around comes around, no more lies.
You kill life. You kill life. Why? Why?
I see a mother cry. I see a brother cry.
Bring it on! Bring it!!!
I'll make you bleed and you're bleeding now (bleed!) [repeats]
Motherfucker!
I got my pride and that's all I need!
I'll make you bleed with another blow without the radio.
Don't take advantage of this process.
You might have to digest a blade, made for your ass to fade.
I'm livin' on instinct.
Never think when I'm rushin', bones crushin'.
When I put your sorry ass in a package, you piece of shit!
Sealed and delivered from a savage, and now you sweat because you're going down.
You envious clown! Bleed!
(Chorus)
>> Bring The Noise
Gimme some guitars punk
Sweet Leth
Limp Bizkit in the house
What fucken' house?
Seattle baby
Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind
Bring the noise
Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-o said "freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I never really had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cuz my records they sell
'Cuz a brother like me said "well?"
Farrakhan's a racist and I think you outta listin to
What he can say to you what you otta do
Follow for now power of the people say.
"Make a miracle, D. pump the lyrical"
United we stand, all in all, we're gonna win.
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!
Never badder than bad 'cuz the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cuz the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying
Inside music that the critics are blasting me
For they'll never care for the brother and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war.
We got to demostrate, come on
They're gonna have to wait 'till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black. but we'll see if they'll play this
Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is Lethal dose, we call him Leth you know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father or our rock' n' roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin' you call a band man
Makin' a music abuse it but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run DMC first said a DJ could be a band
Stand on it's feet get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LB as well, hell
Records from Fred D still we can rock bells
Ever for ever, Universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!
Bring that fucken' noise, and get the fuck up
Get the fuck up
Bring the noise
Bring it
Fuck this
Limp Bizkit
Fuck this
In the studio
Fucken Suck ass
Bring that noise
Man fuck this
Terry Date is a fucken pain
Everybody shut up and turn the fucken' tape off
>> Cambodia
Are you ready baby?
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up!
Let me hear some noise!
There's diffintely not enough people on the fucking floor
There's diffintely not enough people on the fucking floor
You people come on get up
Woo ha
Wait just a minute
I see your mouth moving
But I don't hear a word that you say
Mish mosh
Up and bring my psycho highways
My ways up and down like the Dow Jones
I bring these microphones
I don't exaggerate
Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate
Don't hate you people just the 'tudes the attitudes
Lose the attitude
And I wouldn't be fucking mad at you
But if your fighting don't be fighting
Kid I'm sorta liking what your stealing
Your open room style needs some healing
Checked out by my flow I'm glad you know
Behind this punk I got the phattest fucking live show
You feel the tension the eye balls in your socket
You can't apprehend I'll be rock it you can't stop it
You like the ways we be living it
You need it your demo tape punk
Inspected then ejected who survives at the end of the day
When to much air play huh I'm gonna keep it all on the ground
I need you help baby
Get up!
Woo ha
Cambodia
What do you know about this punk!?
Who's hot, who's not?
Wait just a minute I see your mouth moving
But I don't hear a word that you say
Hand grenades best describes the impaction
Leaving no satisfaction
You take it back what was you doing back in 82'
No need for intrust
Just the thought for your mental call out
Shelter helter-skelter the J I'll bet ya the deal will upset ya
But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda
The king pin Bizkit that flows be on ya
The mental highways my path you can't stop the unexpected
So check your road block
Old black water keep on rolling
Cause this mic is mine and I'll keep on shinning on you
Do you feel it?
Then get up, get up!
Woo ha
Cambodia
What do you know about this punk!?
Who's hot, who's not?
>> Crushed
It's limp bizkit
And this is how we learn
You can't talk to me
You're not supposed be, in my face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
You gotta talk that shit,
You gotta keep that dog-ass breath
All up in my face
But I remember when,
you would never lie to a friend
cause you were so high,
you were so shy,
you were so fucked up anyway
life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
you can't erase me,
I'm alive as I can be, in your face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
just gotta turn out like this,
you're gonna burn out like this all up in my face
but I remember how
you said you want it all and you want it now
cause you were so young,
you were so dumb
you were so fucked up anyway
life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
think about it (think about it),
Think about it (think about it)
Oh my (oh my), where you at (where you at)?
C'mon(c'mon)
I know you feelin' it baby (feelin' it baby)
I know you feelin' that (feelin' that)
C'mon
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
Cause my styyyyyyyyyyyyle is identical to none
(Identical to none)
outta here (outta here)
I'm getting' the hell outta here (hell outta here)
Limp bizkit style (limp bizkit style)
Hey lethal wait up (hey lethal wait up)
>> Doing Time On A Rock Line
3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.
I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?
I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.
And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.
(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.
Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.
But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.
Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.
Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.
Doin' time on the rock line.
I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.
Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)
Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.
Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys.
>> Get Naked
Freak, freak, freak it. (Repeats)
Methods Of Mayhem: Seventy-seven million dollars made from watching me cum.
Under the sun on my vacation. (After hours on Spectravision),
Shootin' my jizzy jizm, the woody has rizzy risen.
I ain't gettin' paid to entertain your bridal showers,
Rockin' my porno tape for hours and hours.
The hoes are fearin' me,
It's bigger than Ron Jeremy!
Fred: 'Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak,
And I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week.
And if you ask me, I'll be glad to speak,
Until we get butt naked and break it down with nasty.
Methods Of Mayhem: (chorus) Get, get naked. (C'mon baby make me hot.)
Get, get naked. (Ride the cock till you hit the spot.)
Get, get naked. (C'mon baby make me hot.)
Get, get naked.
Methods Of Mayhem: Woof woof! Doin' it doggie style!
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay,
Bow wow yippie yo yippy yay,
Get it on! (meow). (Repeats).
The little Geisha hoe from Tokyo who said she could blow.
"Ten dolla love me long time in a limo."
For really dough, I'm just tryin' to fly with the flows.
Freak up some hoe's, blow up the shows.
Make a little dough-hoe as if you didn't know,
Back to the strip club freakin' up some more hoes.
Swingin' my dingaling, it ain't no thing. (Hell yeah.)
It's those intergalactic hoes who came down in those space probes,
Fine green heinies representin' with no clothes.
(Mix Master Mike, mix Master Mike). (Oh, God oh!)
Man, your pussy tight! No jimmy, no gimmie, no lust.
In the Methods of Mayhem we trust.
So rip off your clothes and expose your busts.
Fred: 'Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak
And I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week.
So if you ask me, I'll be glad to speak,
Until we get butt naked and break it down with (nasty).
Methods Of Mayhem: (Chorus)
You only love me when you want punani.
Queen bitch, red lipstick, that all black car with the phony phat bar.
Fuck a blow job, this a motherfuckin' hard.
Under seven inches, sorry.
Man I mean, I can't fuck the pimp.
I like to, ride the cock till you hit the spot.
Mmm, come on baby make me hot.
Got a convertible? Drop the top.
Before we do a thing I want the diamonds and the rings.
The Spurs, the Knicks, the Jews, the Minks.
Ya know I'm freaky, so you gotta keep me and I know ya hate it but umm...
Methods of Mayhem: Get naked! (You think you gettin' this?
You ain't stickin' this, we don't want your dick!)
Fuck the dumb games, the girls that complain,
And I ain't leavin' till you sleepin' on a cum stain.
(You think you gettin' this?
You ain't stickin' this, we don't want your dick!)
Fuck the dumb games, the girls that complain,
And I ain't leavin' till you sleepin' on a cum stain.
Methods Of Mayhem: (chorus)
>> Hell Of A Band
Ladies and gentlemen.
Please welcome to the center of the stage, the one, the only...
You got it my hips are shaking left to right and uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Say uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Sin, sin, bullet to the head, little John slaps that beat.
Sammy hits that bass hit nookie, rumble you outta your seat.
Now where's that freaky ass son of a bitch?
That guitar raving man?
Lethal's scratchin' up them balls,
Limp Bizkit's one hell of a band.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right left.
Yeah, my back is aching, my belt's too tight,
My hands are shaking left to right.
I said uh! Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everbody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Ha ha! Uh, Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh, Limp Bizkit...(fades out).
>> Human Pinata
Videodrone:
Directions say assembly required, nothing's admired,
The majority's been hired, wired, the truth,
The roof is on fire.
A life, all I desire.
Paychecks, respect disappears quickly.
Situation tense trickly.
Hand jobs, yes, they have plenty.
Backs cracked for copper pennies.
Migraines, wrist sprains, free samples of rogaine,
Fill me with anything.
Regaining ground while the well endowed
Sit proud with their heads in the clouds.
Prophets predicted it, inscribed on the minds of the ancient tribes.
Mother Nature's striking back.
Come suffer with me! (repeated 3x).
What will you do, the chosen few?
With your Reebok shoes and your missing clues,
Pretend it will go away?
Oxygen levels growing thin,
The opposite of birth unfolds within.
Must prepare and be aware,
The existence of man will disappear.
No tunnel harps, angels to follow.
Every man, woman, child swallowed.
No eight o'clock alarm tomorrow.
Man returns the earth he borrowed,
And while the meek obey to repeat defeat.
(Mother nature releases).
Come suffer with me! (repeated 3x).
Fred: One-nine, nine-nine (what, yeah!)
Gotta get a grip, c'mon, what's this fuckin' world coming to?
Run for shelter, helter skelter.
It's too bad, before too long, there'll be no songs.
No break of dawn, it'll all be gone,
'Cause Mrs. Mother Nature, she's grown to hate ya.
It's the apocalypse kid, a little karma for all that you did.
You want to know where we're heading? Armageddon!
Come suffer with me! (repeated 4x).
(Will time erase the human race?)
>> Jump Around
How many of you people remember the House Of Pain?
I wanna bring out, my man Poe, from Style Elevish.
And my man Easy Rock, from the Rock Steady Crew.
You like break-dancing baby?
Are you ready?
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin.
I came to win, battle me, that's a sin.
I won't ever slack up, punks you better back up.
Try to play the role, and the whole crew will act up.
Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up,
And if you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling.
Least with the funk flow, man you talkin' junk yo.
Bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks home.
Feelin, fuckin', man's it's in the junk,
And I got more ryhmes than the cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop.
Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in KoRn plus my mom and my pops.
Came to get down, came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around.
C'mon, jump around.
Jump around, get up!
Jump around, c'mon!
Jump up, jump up, and get down!
Jump (repeated 16 times)!
I'll slam your ass like John Mckenroe,
If your bitch steps up.... (I'm smackin' the ho)
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs.
Got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms.
Just like the Radical Son I've returned.
If anyone's steppin' to me you get burned.
Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none.
And if you wanna battle then bring a... (shotgun)
Well if you do you're a fool, cause I'll put fools to death.
Try to step to me, you take your last breath.
I got the skill, man I got your fill.
Cause when I shoot, man, I shoot to kill.
Came to get down, I came to get down,
So get your ass up and jump around.
C'mon. Jump around!
Jump around everybody!
Jump around, it's your last chance!
Jump up, jump up to get down!
Jump (repeated 16 times)!
Everybody jump!
We'll see ya next year baby!
>> Opiate
Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to use you..
like me,
like me.
If you want to get your soul to heaven,
trust in me.
Don't judge or question.
You are broken now ,
but faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.
My Gods will
becomes me.
When he speaks out,
he speaks through me.
He has needs
like I do.
We both want
to rape you.
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
and your lies.
>> Turn Me Loose
Eminem: Uh huh. Aight.
Fred: Check.
Eminem: Slim Shady.
Fred: Shady, do the mic kid.
Eminem: I don't do black music, I don't do white music.
I make fight music for high school kids.
I put lives at risk when I drive like this. (Screech!)
With a slipped disk from a Limp Bizkit disc.
I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts.
So I get pissed and can't pick which wrist to slit.
Little rich kids in cribs don't attempt this shit.
So step back while I prep up to pimp this bitch.
So I says to this girl I'm like:
"What up girl? Shut up girl."
Showed her a cut up squirrel.
She screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her.
Slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer.
I moved on to two blondes kissin' on a futon.
"Hey yo baby!" "What do you want?"
I looked at them both and I was like
"Uh check this out toots, I'm lookin' for cookie puss.
I need to speak to him immediately."
They played my video on MTV last week.
And just when I was thinkin' I was all that and then some in comes Fred Durst.
Fred: Yo Shady, let me get some!
Who knows what galaxy I came from.
One where a bass drum's hung from a high-chair.
Now I'm a nightmare.
You stay right there.
I got the fever for the flavor of a single.
See me and Shady, I think we got it locked down.
Shocked by the sound,
I got you cruisin' with your top down.
These two blondes, I offered 'em both a drink.
And this you would think could get the party started.
But instead, them girls turned their heads.
Opened up their mouths, smelled like somebody farted.
So it was time for me to move on.
Shady said the living room was a dance floor.
So turn me loose.
I was cuttin' a rug with this chick.
Bumped into this dude who was drunk and a prick.
Ramblin' on about how he was gonna kill me.
Wow, I spilled a drink on his shirt!
But no, he insisted we should go.
Before I could drop 'em, Shady had to clock 'em.
The music stopped, the party stood in shock.
So I looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf.
Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
This party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
This party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
Eminem: Turn me loose!
You better tell them to come re-shingle the roof.
Just keep feedin' me free drinks till I puke.
Fred'll ask me to lead sing in his group.
I'm sittin' in the barn, I'm not bein' approached.
Cause Fred's over there, stealin' all of my hoes.
"Yo Fred, save me some!"
I walked up to these siamese twins.
Asked them to have a threesome.
Told 'em two heads are better than one,
Plus I respect how y'all roll together as one.
Got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin.
Stood up like: "Hey wait! Where you goin'?" "Bye!"
Oh well, three strikes and I'm out.
And I just struck out three times in a row.
Fuck it, I'm chillin'.
Took a shot of yable, fell asleep,
I was silly.
Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
This party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
This party's goin' my way, or no way at all. (repeats)
.
>> Just Drop Dead
Ok, where the hell you been?
Said that you'd been hanging with your cute girlfriend
Then I get a call, kinda woke me up
Said that they saw you chillin' with this young little fuck,
I was kinda dazed and maybe confused,
Never woulda expected this terrible news,
Not only were you kissing this fool you been dissing
You were playing me out
Now you better listen
What the fuck is going on?
Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!)
Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your fucking mouth everyday!
I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the fucking line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your ass burnin'
Cause I deserve more,
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead
Just drop dead
Rewind
Back to the start (Go)
When we got together I gave you my heart
You made a few mistakes
But that's how it goes
And every time I broke up you gave my ass a rose (aww)
Saying that your sorry
And I'm the only one
Believed you like a chump
While you were having fun
I was feelin' lonely
While you were with your hommie
Ain't that a bitch?
Now your boy can blow me
What the fuck is going on?
Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!)
Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your fucking mouth every day!
I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the fucking line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
and leave your ass burnin'
Theres love
Theres lust
Then blood
Then guts
Your touch
My crutch
I trust you way too much
Theres love
Theres lust
Then blood
Then guts
Your touch
My crutch
I trust you way too much!!
You gotta lotta fuckin' nerve!
Ya think this is a fuckin' tennis match? (Bitch!)
Time for me to serve
John Mackinroe
Ready for me ho?
Its 15-love
Where the fuck they gonna go? (Huh?)
Where the fuck you gonna go? (Huh?)
Where the fuck you gonna go? (Huh?)
What the fuck is going on?
Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!)
Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your fucking mouth every day!
I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the fucking line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your ass burnin'
Theres love
Theres lust
Then blood
Then guts
Your touch
My crutch
I trust you way too much
>> Crack Addict
3... 2... 1...
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
You see its one for the trouble
And two for the time
One for the trouble
And two for the time
One for the trouble
And two for the time
Come on y'all and let?s rock
Now I'm gonna full up my lungs with some potage
Turn the mic into a flame
DAMN that shit's hot
Super heavy
Build like a Chevy
and I ain't really mad at the "hey hey"
Round Two
you ready for a break?
you keep on talking I?m gonna
break you up something like this
full throttle
better be prepared
coming with the kick and the snare
Apocalypse now
Whose Talking shit now
Gimme the countdown
3? 2? 1?
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
I want to throw you
A tinted face right now
Not Really Sure that
Not really sure I know how
Gonna try
Gonna try
Give you piece of my mind
Gonna try
Gonna try
And I hope you don?t mind
I?m a crack addict
That?s right I?m a crack addict
You heard me I?m a crack addict
I'm addicted to crackin sculls which cause a lot of static
It?s time to panic
I'm addicted to crackin sculls which cause a lot of static
It?s time to panic
I'm addicted to crackin sculls which cause a lot of static
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
Here we go again
Right now
Let?s go
Me and You
Toe to toe
So We Can Rock
We Can Roll
>> Full Nelson
Why is everybody always picking on me?
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
One of these days we'll be in the same place
In the same place punk, at the very same time
And when it takes place
And you wanna talk shit
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
I ain't believing all the shit you been talking 'bout me
Don't even know me, and still you're talking shit about me
One of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act
In the act, red handed
Caught up in the act, punk
And that'll be the day, the one and only day
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Shhhh
So where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?
And where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?
I'm upset at our people
Who permanently rape us
We're talking
We try to ignore them
Ignore them until they keep talking
They think that they're building an empire
Without us
We've got the torch now
We've got the fire to burn this mutherfucker down
Town, town
Burn this mutherfucker down
Town, town
Burn this mutherfucker now
Down, down
Burn this mutherfucker now
Down, down
Burn this mutherfucker
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Mutherfucker!
Just shut your fucken' mouth!
Bring it on Lethal
Come on