| Lyrics: | FD: Who could be the boss, Look 'em to the cross, Stranded, In the land of
the lost, Standin'
nup I'm sideways, I'm blazin' up the path, Runnin' on the
highways of wrath, Choked up, by the
nsmoke in the charcoal, Lotta stamps and
brands me like a barcode, I'm dashin' all the media
nstrikes, to keep the
media dikes, that's reinforced me for the fight, And that alone will
nkeep
John Gotti on the phone, I'm tanglin' on the zone, I got the bees on the
track, Where
nthe fuck u at?
MM: Tical
FD: Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth
nnow,
MM: Shut the fuck up
FD: I'm pluggin' in them social skills, to keep my
ntotal bills, that run a
million, the last time I checked it, thank God I'm blessed with the
nmind that
I wreckin', wait until the second round then knock 'em out.
MM: They call
nme big john-sta, my middle name-uh, dirty water flow, too much
for you thug, I can't stand the
nflood, what up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer
Fudd, the sure shot, Mister Meth, I'm unplugged,
nlearn, temperatures too hot
for sun block, burn, playin with minds that get you state time,
nlocked behind
12 bars, from a great mine, killa bees in the club, with this
nladybug,
brought a sword to the dance floor, to cut a rug, love is love all day, till
they
nno slug, and take another life in cold blood, can't feel me, till it's
your blood, murder is
ntremendous, crime is endless, same shit different day,
father forgive us, they know not what
nthey do, all praise is due, I'm big
like easy, and big bamboo
Chorus: What's that I
ndidn't hear you, shut the fuck up, come on a little
louder, shut the fuck up, everybody n 2
ngether now, shut the fuck up, just
shut the fuck up. (2x)
Method Man: Headstrong,
ndeckhorn, get right on, dead weight they dead wrong,
let's get it on, 12 rounds of throw down,
nwho whole crown, protect land with
full pound, limp bizkit, get around like merry-go, bust the
nscenario, comin
through your stereo, why risk it, lifestyles of pro limp thinkin'
ngifted,
essential vitamins and minerals delicious, word on the street is, they bit
nmy
thesis, knocked out they front teeth is, try to taste my, actin' like they
heard
nthrough the grape vine, dope feedin' for the baseline, to provide by,
pharmaceuticals, hard as
nnails to the cuticle, where'd you find that monster,
she beautiful, wu-tang and limp bizkit
nroll on the set kick a hole in the
speaker, pull a plug and then jet
FD: Mic check,
nso what's it all about, and where we gonna run, maybe we can
meet up on the sun, discretion is
nadvised, for the blood of virgin eyes, me
limpin' on the track with the method, so get the sun
nblock, you gettin' one
shot, until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got, from outta
nno
where, prepare, you be blinded by the glare, I told not to stare, now you've
turned
ninto stone, without a microphone, but don't you forget your in the zone
MM: So shut the
nfuck up
FD: and take that shit back, cause all your shit's whack
FD: When it's
nweighed out like that. Burnin' up your brain like a piston, SO
all those who didn't listen,
nNever even knew what they were missin, and never
knew that the sky was falling down, wu-tang
nclan for the crown.
Chorus
MM: It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y,
n1-0-3-0-4, wu-tang killa
bees, and the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T, ya'll know the time, y'all know the
nrhyme it
ain't easy bein' greasy, in the world full of cleanliness and, you know all
that
nother madness we gone, peace.
Scribbling: LIMP BIZKIT! METHOD MAN! R-R-ROCK THE HOUSE
nY'ALL! BRING IT ON |
