Use your vehicle of salvation, my brothers, go buy a gun.
And go give that gun to Jesus and say
"Jesus...you go kill the deciples of Satan and you kill the nazis, Jesus.
" Gimme an amen. Amen.
Gimme a hallelujah, brother. Hallelujah.
Feel the pain of sweet Jesus.
Gimme another amen. Amen.
Gimme another. Amen.
You've got to kill the noise.
You've got to kill the pollution of Satan, brother, gimme a hallelujah. Hallelujah.
Have you been healed?
Have you been saved?
Has it happened to you, brother?
Thank the lord.
Praise the lord.
I love Jesus.
I love Jesus.
Kill the pollution...pollution
Limp Bizkit - Significant Other Album Lyrics
Limp Bizkit - Significant Other Lyrics
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Just Like This
Get up! Get up!
Like This, just like this
Do you wanna catch the vibe that's keepin' me alive?
Following these fat ass beats till I die
Fill em with tension, the sick dimension
Rumble the earth with my lowered suspension
Watch the ground move
Let the sound prove
That it aint fake when the girls get naked
Don't call it a comeback
We bring that beat back
And we made sure that John kept them beats phat
A lyrical rampage burnin' your headset
Open your minds my rhyme ain't dead yet
I want you to stand up
Put them hands up
I'll break it on down cuz your pumpin' my band up
Like this!! Just like this!!
[chorus]
Music is key
Its the way we're set free
From all this world is throwin at me
And I'll do what it takes
If I make some mistakes
Its okay cuz its all the way it should be...
The rhymes so insane
Flowin' through your vein
Triggerin the neck poppin nerve up in your brain
I don't even know ya
But came to show ya
The bizkits limp when the night is over
We shake the whole place
Make this earth quake
And it aint fake when we start the riots
So rock the bells
Psycho females doin' time blowin' up the phone lines
Call it a stampede comin' to your town
We aint gonna hold back
We're comin to get down
I want you to stand up
Put them hands up
And break it down cuz your pumpin' my band up
Like this!! Just like this!!
[chorus...chorus]
Like This, just like this
Do you wanna catch the vibe that's keepin' me alive?
Following these fat ass beats till I die
Fill em with tension, the sick dimension
Rumble the earth with my lowered suspension
Watch the ground move
Let the sound prove
That it aint fake when the girls get naked
Don't call it a comeback
We bring that beat back
And we made sure that John kept them beats phat
A lyrical rampage burnin' your headset
Open your minds my rhyme ain't dead yet
I want you to stand up
Put them hands up
I'll break it on down cuz your pumpin' my band up
Like this!! Just like this!!
[chorus]
Music is key
Its the way we're set free
From all this world is throwin at me
And I'll do what it takes
If I make some mistakes
Its okay cuz its all the way it should be...
The rhymes so insane
Flowin' through your vein
Triggerin the neck poppin nerve up in your brain
I don't even know ya
But came to show ya
The bizkits limp when the night is over
We shake the whole place
Make this earth quake
And it aint fake when we start the riots
So rock the bells
Psycho females doin' time blowin' up the phone lines
Call it a stampede comin' to your town
We aint gonna hold back
We're comin to get down
I want you to stand up
Put them hands up
And break it down cuz your pumpin' my band up
Like this!! Just like this!!
[chorus...chorus]
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Nookie
Check
One, one, two
I came into this world as a reject
Look into these eyes, then you'll see the size of the flames (size of the)
Dwellin' on the past, (past) it's burnin' on my brain (hot)
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day (days)
My girlie ran away with my pay when fellas came to (play) play
Now, she's stuck with my homies that she f*cked (ooh)
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) I'm like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) I'm like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) like a chump (hey)
Should I be feelin' bad? (No) Should I be feelin' good? (No)
It's kinda sad, I'm the laughin' stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on (move it)
But I'm a sucker, like I said, f*cked up in the head, not
And maybe, she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break, my heart'll ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived (but you were)
By my so-called girl, but in reality
Had a hidden agenda, she put my tender
Heart in a blender, and still, I surrendered
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) I'm like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) I'm like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends
To give you their advice
They'll tell you, "Just let it go" (just let it go)
It's easier said than done
(I appreciate it) I appreciate it (i appreciate it)
(I appreciate it) I do, but
Just leave me alone (leave me alone)
Leave me alone (leave me alone)
Just leave me alone
And nothing gonna change (alone)
You can go away (alone)
I'm just gonna stay here (alone)
And always be the same (alone)
And nothing gonna change (alone)
'Cause you can go away (alone)
And I'm just gonna stay here (alone)
And always be the same
And nothing gonna change (and always be the same)
'Cause you can go away (always be the same)
And I'm just gonna stay here ('cause always be the same)
And always be the same
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
One, one, two
I came into this world as a reject
Look into these eyes, then you'll see the size of the flames (size of the)
Dwellin' on the past, (past) it's burnin' on my brain (hot)
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day (days)
My girlie ran away with my pay when fellas came to (play) play
Now, she's stuck with my homies that she f*cked (ooh)
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) I'm like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) I'm like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) like a chump (hey)
Should I be feelin' bad? (No) Should I be feelin' good? (No)
It's kinda sad, I'm the laughin' stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on (move it)
But I'm a sucker, like I said, f*cked up in the head, not
And maybe, she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break, my heart'll ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived (but you were)
By my so-called girl, but in reality
Had a hidden agenda, she put my tender
Heart in a blender, and still, I surrendered
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) I'm like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) I'm like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
(Hey) like a chump
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends
To give you their advice
They'll tell you, "Just let it go" (just let it go)
It's easier said than done
(I appreciate it) I appreciate it (i appreciate it)
(I appreciate it) I do, but
Just leave me alone (leave me alone)
Leave me alone (leave me alone)
Just leave me alone
And nothing gonna change (alone)
You can go away (alone)
I'm just gonna stay here (alone)
And always be the same (alone)
And nothing gonna change (alone)
'Cause you can go away (alone)
And I'm just gonna stay here (alone)
And always be the same
And nothing gonna change (and always be the same)
'Cause you can go away (always be the same)
And I'm just gonna stay here ('cause always be the same)
And always be the same
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie (come on)
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your (yeah)
Stick it up your
Writer: John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Break Stuff
Its just one of those days
When you don't wanna wake up
Everything is f*cked
Everybody sux
You don't really know why
But you want justify
Rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact
Your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away motherf*cker
It's just one of those days!!
[chorus]
Its all about the he says she says bullshit
I think you better quit
Lettin' shit slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
Its all about the he says she says bullshit
I think you better quit talkin that shit
(Punk, so come and get it)
Its just one of those days
Feelin' like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain
Damn right I'm a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz I'm f*ckin' up your program
And if your stuck up
You just lucked up
Next in line to get f*cked up
Your best bet is to stay away motherf*cker
Its just one of those days!!
[chorus]
I feel like shit
My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now im dangerous
We've all felt like shit
And been treated like shit
All those motherf*ckers that want to step up
I hope you know I pack a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...
I hope you know I pack a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...
I hope you know I pack a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break your f*ckin' face tonight!!
Give me somethin' to break
Give me somethin' to break
Just give me somethin' to break
How bout your f*ckin' face
I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what!!...
A chain saw, what!!...
A motherf*cking chain saw, what!!...
So come and get it
[chorus]
When you don't wanna wake up
Everything is f*cked
Everybody sux
You don't really know why
But you want justify
Rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact
Your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away motherf*cker
It's just one of those days!!
[chorus]
Its all about the he says she says bullshit
I think you better quit
Lettin' shit slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
Its all about the he says she says bullshit
I think you better quit talkin that shit
(Punk, so come and get it)
Its just one of those days
Feelin' like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain
Damn right I'm a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz I'm f*ckin' up your program
And if your stuck up
You just lucked up
Next in line to get f*cked up
Your best bet is to stay away motherf*cker
Its just one of those days!!
[chorus]
I feel like shit
My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now im dangerous
We've all felt like shit
And been treated like shit
All those motherf*ckers that want to step up
I hope you know I pack a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...
I hope you know I pack a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...
I hope you know I pack a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break your f*ckin' face tonight!!
Give me somethin' to break
Give me somethin' to break
Just give me somethin' to break
How bout your f*ckin' face
I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what!!...
A chain saw, what!!...
A motherf*cking chain saw, what!!...
So come and get it
[chorus]
Writer: Brendan O'Brien, John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BRENDAN O'BRIEN DBA CHARLIE NOBLE MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BRENDAN O'BRIEN DBA CHARLIE NOBLE MUSIC
Re-arranged
Lately I've been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distance from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go
You and me we're through
And rearranged
It seems that you're not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go
You and me we're through
And rearranged
You're no good
For me
Thank God its over
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
Cryin' on me
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
Dyin' on me!
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
(You ruin everything and you kept f*ckin' with me until its over and I won't be
the same)
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
Be the same
Just think about it
You'll get it
Silent when I would used to speak
Distance from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go
You and me we're through
And rearranged
It seems that you're not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go
You and me we're through
And rearranged
You're no good
For me
Thank God its over
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
Cryin' on me
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
Dyin' on me!
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
(You ruin everything and you kept f*ckin' with me until its over and I won't be
the same)
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
Be the same
Just think about it
You'll get it
Writer: BOBBY BYRD, JAMES BROWN, CHARLES BOBBITT, ERIK BARRIER, WILLIAM GRIFFIN, FRED DURST, WES BORLAND, JOHN OTTO, SAM RIVERS, LEOR DIMANT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Im Broke
I aint no joke
So you should get yourself a pen
And write yourself a little note so you don't forget again
When it comes to cash
I've been gettin' smoked
Lendin' out my money now im broke
Somebody's gettin' choked
Cuz now its time to pay the piper
Bums are the type of shit that are in a diaper
Don't make me have to call a sniper
And wipe your brains off my windshield you dirty bug
As soon as I get paid they come in masses
There's someone givin' classes on kissin' peoples asses
Unless you're livin' where the trash is
Don't even come around here askin' where my cash is!!
[chorus]
Me, I'm broke
Me, I'm broke
I aint no joke
I'll say it once again
If I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chin
Some people never learn
Borrowin from me you might regret it
For one I aint no bank and you got shitty credit!!
As soon as I get paid they're comin' out the woodwork
Take your ass and get a job like you should jerk
Unless you're livin' where the trash is
But your not so find another spot where the cash is
[chorus]
..Gimme back my money you bum..
You said you'd pay me back
I'm broke and for that you deserve a smackin' for slackin'
Now people say I'm a slacker
If IM a slacker then its through the eyes of the ones that are blind!!
Me, I'm broke
Poor old me
I'm broke
So you should get yourself a pen
And write yourself a little note so you don't forget again
When it comes to cash
I've been gettin' smoked
Lendin' out my money now im broke
Somebody's gettin' choked
Cuz now its time to pay the piper
Bums are the type of shit that are in a diaper
Don't make me have to call a sniper
And wipe your brains off my windshield you dirty bug
As soon as I get paid they come in masses
There's someone givin' classes on kissin' peoples asses
Unless you're livin' where the trash is
Don't even come around here askin' where my cash is!!
[chorus]
Me, I'm broke
Me, I'm broke
I aint no joke
I'll say it once again
If I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chin
Some people never learn
Borrowin from me you might regret it
For one I aint no bank and you got shitty credit!!
As soon as I get paid they're comin' out the woodwork
Take your ass and get a job like you should jerk
Unless you're livin' where the trash is
But your not so find another spot where the cash is
[chorus]
..Gimme back my money you bum..
You said you'd pay me back
I'm broke and for that you deserve a smackin' for slackin'
Now people say I'm a slacker
If IM a slacker then its through the eyes of the ones that are blind!!
Me, I'm broke
Poor old me
I'm broke
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Nobody Like You
[ Featuring Jonathan Davis, Scott Weiland ]
I'm convinced that you hate me
You like to see me cry
Its already a proven fact
And you wait and wait on me to die
Its all scary
I find it hard to confide
I will make you see it my way
You give
I take
You say
You want to be away from me
[Chorus]
You break me
I've got a reason and I won't let go
You take me down I've got a reason and I want to know
I'm convinced that you f*cked me real good
You did (you did)
But I wont let her go
I've got my reasons
And I'm not leavin
So I'll wait on you to die
Please take this time for me to be unforgiven
I give my life to you
I lay my life on the line for you
[Chorus]
I got no reason
I got no reason
I got no reason
I got no reason
[Chorus]
Writer: LEOR DIMANT, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Dont Go Off Wandering
Everyday is nothing but stress to me
Constantly dwellin on how you got the best of me
Wanna know somethin
I cant believe the way you keep testin me
and mentally molestin me
But would you think any less of me
if I said that i'd be there
would you think any less of me
if I said I really cared
of course you would
cause you
only want what you cant have
as for me
I'm stuck with my dick in my hand
[chorus]
because you don't feel nothing at all!!
you don't feel nothing at all
Maybe there's more to life then it seems
I'm constantly runnin from reality chasin' dreams
Wanna know somethin' I cant believe?
just how much misery
comes with humility
Do you think any less of me
now that I'm gone?
look at me now
everything is gone
I cant seem to do anything right,
but I've figured out why you don't let me inside
[chorus]
because you don't feel nothing at all!!
you don't feel nothing at all
You need nothin'
from me now
So you think
I'm useless to you now
but I
need
one thing from you now
I
insist
that you
feel me now!!
you said you needed me
You said
You said
[chorus]
because you don't feel nothing at all!!
you don't feel nothing at all
Constantly dwellin on how you got the best of me
Wanna know somethin
I cant believe the way you keep testin me
and mentally molestin me
But would you think any less of me
if I said that i'd be there
would you think any less of me
if I said I really cared
of course you would
cause you
only want what you cant have
as for me
I'm stuck with my dick in my hand
[chorus]
because you don't feel nothing at all!!
you don't feel nothing at all
Maybe there's more to life then it seems
I'm constantly runnin from reality chasin' dreams
Wanna know somethin' I cant believe?
just how much misery
comes with humility
Do you think any less of me
now that I'm gone?
look at me now
everything is gone
I cant seem to do anything right,
but I've figured out why you don't let me inside
[chorus]
because you don't feel nothing at all!!
you don't feel nothing at all
You need nothin'
from me now
So you think
I'm useless to you now
but I
need
one thing from you now
I
insist
that you
feel me now!!
you said you needed me
You said
You said
[chorus]
because you don't feel nothing at all!!
you don't feel nothing at all
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
9 Teen 90 Nine
Fame you're claimin' is the top of the world.
This stage I'm claimin' is the top of the world.
Love I'm feelin when you people connect
and if you're out in the crowd you're gettin' more than respect.
If you're wondering
I got plenty of flows.
I'm makin' plenty of friends
and many are foes,
but as the audience grows
security knows
stoppin' me now is kinda serious.
No use in dreadin'
what they call Armageddon.
I think we made it through the slump.
But who really cares where we're headin'
cuz now you mutherf*ckers got a reason to jump!!
[chorus]
so lets make somethin' out of it.
This way we can all relate.
Worldwide we collide.
This is how we communicate.
So lets make somethin' out of it.
Whoever thought we would see the day.
I cant believe we did it.
So lets drift away.
Hate,
a feelin' I don't really get.
And hate can get you in some serious shit.
Time is somethin'
that may change me,
but I cant time so f*ck it.
ive been stumblin'
through these thoughts
and I thought the fact that I could be delirious.
but as the audience grows
security knows
stoppin me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin'
what they call Armageddon.
I think we made it through the slump.
But who really cares where we're headin'
cuz now you motherf*ckers got a reason to jump!!
[chorus]
so lets make somethin' out of it.
This way we can all relate.
Worldwide we collide.
This is how we communicate.
So lets make somethin' out of it.
Whoever thought we would see the day.
I cant believe we did it.
So lets drift away.
We see good things change
and good things go away.
We see good things waste
and we taste the pain.
What we need is
a place to escape from today.
Right?
what we need is
a place to escape from today!!
right?!...
Bring it on..
you wanna be down with the G shock!!
f*ck the glam rock!!
assed out like ken shamrock
MC's detest me,
wanna chest to chest me,
but I aint all about that.
You gotta be down with the G shock!!
f*ck the glam rock!!
assed out like ken shamrock!!
MC's detest me,
wanna chest to chest me,
but you don't want none of that
where we at?!
Don't stop!! its 9 teen 90 nine!! [2x]
This stage I'm claimin' is the top of the world.
Love I'm feelin when you people connect
and if you're out in the crowd you're gettin' more than respect.
If you're wondering
I got plenty of flows.
I'm makin' plenty of friends
and many are foes,
but as the audience grows
security knows
stoppin' me now is kinda serious.
No use in dreadin'
what they call Armageddon.
I think we made it through the slump.
But who really cares where we're headin'
cuz now you mutherf*ckers got a reason to jump!!
[chorus]
so lets make somethin' out of it.
This way we can all relate.
Worldwide we collide.
This is how we communicate.
So lets make somethin' out of it.
Whoever thought we would see the day.
I cant believe we did it.
So lets drift away.
Hate,
a feelin' I don't really get.
And hate can get you in some serious shit.
Time is somethin'
that may change me,
but I cant time so f*ck it.
ive been stumblin'
through these thoughts
and I thought the fact that I could be delirious.
but as the audience grows
security knows
stoppin me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin'
what they call Armageddon.
I think we made it through the slump.
But who really cares where we're headin'
cuz now you motherf*ckers got a reason to jump!!
[chorus]
so lets make somethin' out of it.
This way we can all relate.
Worldwide we collide.
This is how we communicate.
So lets make somethin' out of it.
Whoever thought we would see the day.
I cant believe we did it.
So lets drift away.
We see good things change
and good things go away.
We see good things waste
and we taste the pain.
What we need is
a place to escape from today.
Right?
what we need is
a place to escape from today!!
right?!...
Bring it on..
you wanna be down with the G shock!!
f*ck the glam rock!!
assed out like ken shamrock
MC's detest me,
wanna chest to chest me,
but I aint all about that.
You gotta be down with the G shock!!
f*ck the glam rock!!
assed out like ken shamrock!!
MC's detest me,
wanna chest to chest me,
but you don't want none of that
where we at?!
Don't stop!! its 9 teen 90 nine!! [2x]
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
N 2 Gether Now
[Fred:] 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
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes
Keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the f*ck you at?
[Method Man] Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
[Method Man] Shut the f*ck up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out
[Method Man:] They call me big John stud
My middle name mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
Burn
Playin with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
Our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo
[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the f*ck up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the f*ck up!
Everybody N 2 Gether now
Shut the f*ck up!
What? What?
[Method Man:] Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious
Word on the street is
They bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline
To provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cubicle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and inject
[Fred:] Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised
For the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare
Now you're turned into stone
Without a microphone
But don't you forget you're in the zone
[Method Man] So shut the f*ck up!
And take that shit back
Cause all your shit's whack
[Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo
When it's way down like that
Burnin up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin
And never even knew that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown
[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the f*ck up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the f*ck up!
Everybody N2 Gether now
Shut the f*ck up!
What? What?
[Method Man:] It was over your head all day every day
S-I-N-Y
1-0-3-0-4
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
B-I-Z-K-I-T
Gotta know the time
Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on
Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think
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
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes
Keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the f*ck you at?
[Method Man] Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
[Method Man] Shut the f*ck up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out
[Method Man:] They call me big John stud
My middle name mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
Burn
Playin with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
Our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo
[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the f*ck up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the f*ck up!
Everybody N 2 Gether now
Shut the f*ck up!
What? What?
[Method Man:] Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious
Word on the street is
They bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline
To provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cubicle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and inject
[Fred:] Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised
For the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare
Now you're turned into stone
Without a microphone
But don't you forget you're in the zone
[Method Man] So shut the f*ck up!
And take that shit back
Cause all your shit's whack
[Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo
When it's way down like that
Burnin up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin
And never even knew that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown
[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the f*ck up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the f*ck up!
Everybody N2 Gether now
Shut the f*ck up!
What? What?
[Method Man:] It was over your head all day every day
S-I-N-Y
1-0-3-0-4
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
B-I-Z-K-I-T
Gotta know the time
Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on
Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think
Writer: WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST, CLIFFORD SMITH, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, CHRISTOPHER ANTHONY JOHN MARTIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Trust
1..2..
1..2...what the f*ck you gonna do?
You know I see right through you
you act like you don't know me.
You lie, you cheat.
You steal, you lose!!
wouldn't wanna be in your shoes.
Always lookin' over your shoulder
for the ones you stick,
you sick little prick.
it looks like your times runnin' out.
I'm creapin' up your back
so whatcha you all about?
[chorus]
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
You're the kind of guy with two faces.
Just another life that's wasted.
Here's a little fact,
you do me like that.
End up in the back
of my trunk in a sack!!
you'd better keep your hands off
what's mine
and anybody else's.
When you're selfish
your wealth is
all you crave from the cradle to the grave!!
[chorus]
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
I got a little bitty question...
just what the f*ck are you thinkin'?.
You think you're all that and then some?.
well you're not.
I think you're dum ditty dum!!
I take it back
those thoughts are kinda whack.
Don't really need that kind of karma on the track.
Maybe freddy krueger
will step into your dream
and burn you like a demon
and leave your ass screamin'.
To be exact I wanted to react.
Mission of attack.
Your head was gettin' cracked!!
but you're a human bein'
that's lucky to be breathin'
and that's that!!...
that's that!!...
I don't trust nodboy
and nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
and that's the way its gonna be!!....
I don't trust nobody
cause nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
and that's the way its gonna be!!....
I don't trust nobody
cause nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
and that's the way its gonna be!!....
I don't trust nobody
cause nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
and that's the way its gonna be!!....
[chorus]
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
1..2...what the f*ck you gonna do?
You know I see right through you
you act like you don't know me.
You lie, you cheat.
You steal, you lose!!
wouldn't wanna be in your shoes.
Always lookin' over your shoulder
for the ones you stick,
you sick little prick.
it looks like your times runnin' out.
I'm creapin' up your back
so whatcha you all about?
[chorus]
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
You're the kind of guy with two faces.
Just another life that's wasted.
Here's a little fact,
you do me like that.
End up in the back
of my trunk in a sack!!
you'd better keep your hands off
what's mine
and anybody else's.
When you're selfish
your wealth is
all you crave from the cradle to the grave!!
[chorus]
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
I got a little bitty question...
just what the f*ck are you thinkin'?.
You think you're all that and then some?.
well you're not.
I think you're dum ditty dum!!
I take it back
those thoughts are kinda whack.
Don't really need that kind of karma on the track.
Maybe freddy krueger
will step into your dream
and burn you like a demon
and leave your ass screamin'.
To be exact I wanted to react.
Mission of attack.
Your head was gettin' cracked!!
but you're a human bein'
that's lucky to be breathin'
and that's that!!...
that's that!!...
I don't trust nodboy
and nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
and that's the way its gonna be!!....
I don't trust nobody
cause nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
and that's the way its gonna be!!....
I don't trust nobody
cause nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
and that's the way its gonna be!!....
I don't trust nobody
cause nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
and that's the way its gonna be!!....
[chorus]
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
I'm too f*ckin' good,
and f*ckin' proud!!
I'm gonna show you how
bad it hurts
to be a clown!!
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
No Sex
Went too fast
way too soon.
I feel disgusted and you should to.
Its no good when all that's left is the sex.
The sex.
[Pre chorus]
sex has become all I know about you.
Memories of those filthy things that we do.
There's not one single thought that is left
after sex with you
[chorus]
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in...
wait...
its my ass,
your perfume
that make my temptation hard to refuse.
So I guess
we undressed to have sex...
dirty sex.
[Pre chorus]
sex has become all I know about you.
Memories of those filthy things that we do.
There's not one single thought that is left
after sex with you
[chorus]
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in...
How could you respect yourself?
you couldn't respect yourself cuz
I didn't respect myself.
I couldn't infect myself with....
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I mean more than that!!
[chorus]
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in...
way too soon.
I feel disgusted and you should to.
Its no good when all that's left is the sex.
The sex.
[Pre chorus]
sex has become all I know about you.
Memories of those filthy things that we do.
There's not one single thought that is left
after sex with you
[chorus]
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in...
wait...
its my ass,
your perfume
that make my temptation hard to refuse.
So I guess
we undressed to have sex...
dirty sex.
[Pre chorus]
sex has become all I know about you.
Memories of those filthy things that we do.
There's not one single thought that is left
after sex with you
[chorus]
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in...
How could you respect yourself?
you couldn't respect yourself cuz
I didn't respect myself.
I couldn't infect myself with....
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I mean more than that!!
[chorus]
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in...
Writer: BRENDAN O'BRIEN, JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BRENDAN O'BRIEN DBA CHARLIE NOBLE MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BRENDAN O'BRIEN DBA CHARLIE NOBLE MUSIC
Show Me What You Got
keepin it real
world wide baby
limp bizkits in the house
so bring it on
i'd like to dedicate this song to you
for makin my dreams come true
for the millinum
are you ready?
then get the f*ck up
Where you at Jacksonville,
Rochester., Louisville,
Columbia, Hartford,
Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine?
where you at Providence, Nashville,
Memphis, Lauderdale,
Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?
I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell.
Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party.
Met a child molester in Worchester
Need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix.
I get silly when I play in Philly.
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City.
Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver.
Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas.
In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy
and I probably aint leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland.
Found my lucky coin in Des Moine
and spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena.
We get the swing from new Orleans.
Ft Worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challis.
Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis,
St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA,
what can i say, i cant name'm all.
so somebody,
anybody,
everybody
get the f*ck up!!
show me what you got
Whooo ha
Show me what you got
hey ladies
whos hot whos not
who? who?
whos hot whos not
i can't help but believe in these friends
these bands
these stories
and the places that i've been
I thank God, mom & dad,
Adrian,for the love I feel inside,
Jordan, my phat ass band,
with out'em I'd be nothin' but a pumpkin shoved inside a can.
with out the fans there wouldn't be no show
and if that was really so than life would really blow.
To the firm, you always got my back.
Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks.
My brother Cory d,
my man terry date, we brought it to the plate and you made it sound great.
Scott Weiland the melody man,
if you cant sing it nobody can.
woo tang clan skills from the method.
The worlds best mc kills on this record.
Slim shady crazy ass cracker.
Staind, a brand new drug for your brain.
Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool
and all of the bands for the demos that were kool.
im so grateful for this life of mine.
The ones I didn't thank
I will some other time
now i just want somebody
anybody,
everybody
get the f*ck up!!
show me what you got
yeeee ha
Show me what you got
hey ladies
whos hot whos not
who? who?
whos hot whos not
whos...........hot?
i've been around this world and then some.
dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage
to steppin' on these stages.
Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious.
An mc with bad habits I am.
I see a mic then I grab it,
scary aint it?
comin' raw with no corrections.
savin' all perfection's
for what I do with my erections so dream on!!
world wide baby
limp bizkits in the house
so bring it on
i'd like to dedicate this song to you
for makin my dreams come true
for the millinum
are you ready?
then get the f*ck up
Where you at Jacksonville,
Rochester., Louisville,
Columbia, Hartford,
Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine?
where you at Providence, Nashville,
Memphis, Lauderdale,
Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?
I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell.
Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party.
Met a child molester in Worchester
Need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix.
I get silly when I play in Philly.
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City.
Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver.
Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas.
In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy
and I probably aint leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland.
Found my lucky coin in Des Moine
and spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena.
We get the swing from new Orleans.
Ft Worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challis.
Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis,
St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA,
what can i say, i cant name'm all.
so somebody,
anybody,
everybody
get the f*ck up!!
show me what you got
Whooo ha
Show me what you got
hey ladies
whos hot whos not
who? who?
whos hot whos not
i can't help but believe in these friends
these bands
these stories
and the places that i've been
I thank God, mom & dad,
Adrian,for the love I feel inside,
Jordan, my phat ass band,
with out'em I'd be nothin' but a pumpkin shoved inside a can.
with out the fans there wouldn't be no show
and if that was really so than life would really blow.
To the firm, you always got my back.
Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks.
My brother Cory d,
my man terry date, we brought it to the plate and you made it sound great.
Scott Weiland the melody man,
if you cant sing it nobody can.
woo tang clan skills from the method.
The worlds best mc kills on this record.
Slim shady crazy ass cracker.
Staind, a brand new drug for your brain.
Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool
and all of the bands for the demos that were kool.
im so grateful for this life of mine.
The ones I didn't thank
I will some other time
now i just want somebody
anybody,
everybody
get the f*ck up!!
show me what you got
yeeee ha
Show me what you got
hey ladies
whos hot whos not
who? who?
whos hot whos not
whos...........hot?
i've been around this world and then some.
dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage
to steppin' on these stages.
Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious.
An mc with bad habits I am.
I see a mic then I grab it,
scary aint it?
comin' raw with no corrections.
savin' all perfection's
for what I do with my erections so dream on!!
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
A Lesson Learned
This pain
in my stomach
wont go away.
I assume
this is punishment
from all
the mistakes ive made.
In a world where my actions
speak louder than words.
In a world where my actions
speak louder than words
I know more people than ever before.
One lesson ive learned from it all.
Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend
cuz im lonlier now than ive ever been.
cuz this pain in my stomach
won't go away
i assume this is punishment
for the mistakes i have made
in a world where my actions
speak louder than words
in a world where my actions
speak louder than words
I know more people than ever before.
one lesson ive learned from it all.
Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend
cuz im lonlier now than ive ever been.
in my stomach
wont go away.
I assume
this is punishment
from all
the mistakes ive made.
In a world where my actions
speak louder than words.
In a world where my actions
speak louder than words
I know more people than ever before.
One lesson ive learned from it all.
Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend
cuz im lonlier now than ive ever been.
cuz this pain in my stomach
won't go away
i assume this is punishment
for the mistakes i have made
in a world where my actions
speak louder than words
in a world where my actions
speak louder than words
I know more people than ever before.
one lesson ive learned from it all.
Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend
cuz im lonlier now than ive ever been.
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Outro
You wanted the worst
You've got the worst
The one, the only
Limp Bizkit
We could've stopped
You wanted the best?
Then don't get the f*ckin Backstreet Boys CD!
Cause in this house it's Limp motherf*cking Bizkit!
Balls made of steel
But don't hit me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the house!
You ain't shit!
Guest: Les Claypool (Primus)
Hit me!
Fire cracker
So there you go
Fifteen of your hard earned dollars, right out the window
Most epxensive piece of plastic Ive ever come across
Fifteen dollars
Fifteen dollars
On a shoddy piece of plastic
There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory
Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masterbator
You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him
Hello?
Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
My poppy gavew my nose a tweak, and told me I was bad
Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose
The biggest word, that you've ever heard, and this is how it goes
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious
Ah, those were the days
I don't know
You got any more of that ...
So what did you think, you were getting a Celine Dion record?
No no no young bucky
You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit? I dont think so
Fred Durst? I dont know
But what the hell, I got paid
Goodbye now
Prop the DJ [removed from final release]
Rock the house
DJ Lethal rock the house
Limp Bizkit rock the house
DJ Lethal rock the house
You've got the worst
The one, the only
Limp Bizkit
We could've stopped
You wanted the best?
Then don't get the f*ckin Backstreet Boys CD!
Cause in this house it's Limp motherf*cking Bizkit!
Balls made of steel
But don't hit me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the house!
You ain't shit!
Guest: Les Claypool (Primus)
Hit me!
Fire cracker
So there you go
Fifteen of your hard earned dollars, right out the window
Most epxensive piece of plastic Ive ever come across
Fifteen dollars
Fifteen dollars
On a shoddy piece of plastic
There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory
Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masterbator
You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him
Hello?
Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
My poppy gavew my nose a tweak, and told me I was bad
Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose
The biggest word, that you've ever heard, and this is how it goes
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious
Ah, those were the days
I don't know
You got any more of that ...
So what did you think, you were getting a Celine Dion record?
No no no young bucky
You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit? I dont think so
Fred Durst? I dont know
But what the hell, I got paid
Goodbye now
Prop the DJ [removed from final release]
Rock the house
DJ Lethal rock the house
Limp Bizkit rock the house
DJ Lethal rock the house
Writer: LEOR DIMANT, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Significant Other is the second studio album by American nu metal band Limp Bizkit. It was released on June 22, 1999, through Flip and Interscope Records. It saw the band expand their sound from that of their 1997 debut Three Dollar Bill, Y'all to incorporate further metal and hip hop influences, but with a more melodic and less hardcore punk-influenced sound.
Significant Other received high commercial sales, peaking at number one on the US Billboard 200. The band's distinctive sound and performance, which was thought to be an improvement over the band's debut, received positive reviews from the critics. At least 16 million copies of the album have been sold worldwide.
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Limp BizkitSignificant Other received high commercial sales, peaking at number one on the US Billboard 200. The band's distinctive sound and performance, which was thought to be an improvement over the band's debut, received positive reviews from the critics. At least 16 million copies of the album have been sold worldwide.
Genre(s): Nu metal, rap metal
Producer(s): Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, DJ Premier
Length: 62:57
Released: June 22nd, 1999
Year: 1999