Come on fool what's up. Got that shit. Straight comin' at ya, punk. . To criticize is critical when digging on my concept. Rhythms keep on building like a smog got'cha running from the law.
Shut up!. No way. . I'm so sick of them deadlines. I understand why them maniacs hittin' them headlines. And even though I don't know ya. Through my lyrics I'll show ya, the sanity's over.
Went too fast, way too soon. I feel disgusted and you should too. Its no good when all that's left is the sex. The sex. . Sex has become all I know about you.
Who can be the boss?. Look up to the cross. Stranded in the land of the lost. Standin up, I'm sideways. I'm blazin' up the path. Runnin on the highways of rap.
Who can be the boss?. Look up to the cross. Stranded in the land of the lost. Standin up, I'm sideways. I'm blazin' up the path. Runnin on the highways of rap.
Check out, check out. Check out, check out my melody. Limp Bizkit, bring it on. . Special, you think you're special. You do, I can see it in your eyes.
Check out, check out. Check out, check out my melody. Limp Bizkit, bring it on. . Special, you think you're special. You do, I can see it in your eyes.
Check out, check out. Check out, check out my melody. Limp Bizkit, bring it on. . Special, you think you're special. You do, I can see it in your eyes.
Check out, check out. Check out, check out my melody. Limp Bizkit, bring it on. . Special, you think you're special. You do, I can see it in your eyes.