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