Testi:
Bizkit Limp Three Dollar Bill Y All

Use your vehicle of salvation my brothers, Go buy a gun, And go give your gun to Jesus, And say "Jesus, You go kill the disciples of Satan, And you kill

business What's with all the business I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage Stay away from all the bros. in my band And all the fans and All

fuck out on you Or just sit back and laugh You want more You don't have anything Me, me... i have everything What more could i ask for? Nothing at all

phat you need a ballbat Right where your head is at All your desperation causes separation Now I grab the mic to intimidate Your weakness screams from the limp

probably ever has before You've got your head up your ass Out of your mouth comes nothing but sh... Still I listen, I absorb You amuse me idiot All bent

present This precious gift that I behold discarded like trash To dominate, it's in your nature, you selfish brat I can't believe you had me strung out all

be nice If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has gotta body like me But I gotta think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all

Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit You're freakin' me out you wear a mask Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit You're freakin

, it's gone too far and it's on I never did, well, I never did kid, it's gone too far Fuckin' punks been bringing all the funk in Knowing you man you