Fred Durst is a fucking faggot He thinks he's black, but he's just gay He cancelled a show cuz he sprained his ankle He's also a fucking midget [Chorus
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
Come on fool, yeah, Ah ah ah drop that shit, Straight comin' at ya punk The greater side is critical when diggin' on my concept, Rhythms keep buildin
Psycho female blowin up the phone line You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time I've been slammed with some bad luck Soon I'm
Tell me why ya came, tell me why you're here Tell me why your voice is always ringing in my ear You wanna be the man Hangin with my crew Who the hell
I'm so frustrated Some things are making me so sick inside Aw go with your heart, go with your heart Yeah right Quit tuggin' me Aw, i'm just not good
Am I a freak in the darkness Or am I a misfit You speak with opinions To seek in so deep But it's alright Well your just an illusion Confused by your
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
Yo what up Got Christian and Dino in the house Fear Factory action Kick off this new joint here for all my homies Separating the true breeds My friends
I've seen your campus And thinking I've been there before You know something, I live in this pig pen this filthy pig pen next door Another picture My
Check! Shut the fuck up! You shut the fuck up! Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? (I ain't nobody) That's the question, the question at hand
It could be the absinth talking (I dont think so) I dont either I've gotta find a new place A new place to feed Gotta be Stop everything, something
You can't sleep, you're restless and slightly obsessed with falling too deep and malfunction, you're a virus who's intention is fucking up something
Uh, yeah! Tell 'em how to sell it this propaganda Don't tell me how to keep my composure It ain't over 'till I get me some closure Wanted dead or alive
You wanted the worst You got the worst The one The only Limp Bizkit
insane It's flowin' your vein Triggerin' that neck poppin' a nerve up in your brain I don't even know ya But came to show ya That bizkits limp when
Don't label me a monster I'm a monster just like you Don't label me a victim Cause I'm a victim just like you I'm a victim just like you When your
just live and let die check, check, check, comon if you could take a minute of your life a certain minute when you feel the lightning strike danger
