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from Judgment Night (킬러 나이트) [ost] (1992)
Victimized
But you're in bed Stumble out And run dead If it ever paid To self start Environment Make you smart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim, kid I heard it once But not before Begging off And livin' bored My hands are tied Webbed feet again Fell in behind And claim us dead Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Cast this In spite of truth Give it up I'll lie to you Blame and flame this Turnid stat (???) Pointed finger You fall apart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim You played yourself Now you're pointin' fingers How i've robbed and raped ya Bruised and scraped ya But those are just lies Cause in your eyes You've been victimized It's how you size it up You disguise it up And try to make it look real To cover up the low self esteem you feel Introspection And afterthought Swimmin' in guilt's your favorite sport But now you're caught up In the undertow, You never knew a man Could sink so low But now you know Cause you're John Doe In a black bag A tag on your toe I built the House I felt the Pain You're victimized But got no one to blame Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Holy diver I'm a surviver Feeling like DeNiro In Taxi Driver With Jodi Foster And Harvy Keitel Looks like I'm walkin' Through a livin' hell So spark that owl And I'll get lifted Feelin the effects Of what my spliff did Cause I'm gifted I read Sun Tzu I bought a gun too So you'll never come too The weight of the world Ridin' on my shoulders Cause I'm a soldier I thought I told ya You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
(Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers)
Chorus I say hey now c'mon ya'll If there's money in your pocket And your walkin tall make your way to the bar And get your poison chose And drink it old school style In your B-Boy pose I get off Madd flows Like a pack of eskimo's On the dog sled in the blizzard Cause I'm the wizard of (oz) Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set And you stepin to me is just an emty threat Something I cant sweat Kid, you never see my worry I've never been caught But my hands may be dirty 5 years from 30 Come check my age If ya cant pop Simply turn the page And I'll engage Wit that kid thats been swiftless Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin Peanut butter Ya know know my style's butter Cause every word I utter Rock's the sky's from the gutter I make ya shudder When I rock your soul I do dames the way I like I get mike's controlled Well if ya get bold Well then ya get bit Cause your knowlege is a trick Kid, It's makin me sick Chorus (x 3) I'm Danny Boy With the Hard Core style I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal(Root Canal!) You get me started and I'm hard to stop I got 45 caliburs ready to pop And when I pop off You drop off You get blown out the frame Cause the more shit change The more things stay the same And I got no respect for your area >From Brooklyn to Dublin I keep your ass fumblin' Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta Brooklyn heart breaker House of Pain pimp money maker Chorus (x 2) I got rhymes finese I got rhymes galore I got rhymes for peace I got rhymes for war I got rhymes for heads I got rhymes for skins I got rhymes Kid your crew aint got no wins So step up if you wanna get your head cracked Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed I'll kill you all Just like I was the small pox I'll kill ya livestock just like I was anthrax Come see me live Then crazy like the Band Sax Chorus (x 2) |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
(Yes yes ya'll)
(Cause I'm so fly) (Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye) I be breakin the laws, breakin the laws All you wannabe hard rocks just pause It's the MC host Space ghost from the coast With piggish white skin Kid, where you been I got a blue eye But my tight lenght devil I freak harmonies Like my brother is Nevel And I can rock Through your style Eatin cold hardy stew So whachya wanna do I'm comin real soon To a theatre near you So why dont you cratique me While I'm love on stage Cause I'm gonna break my Rusty cage, my rusty cage Watch the way I freak it When I bust my gage Cause all that loud gun talk Dont mean squat If my tool gets hot I'm a burst your knot And give it all I got Up in your wisdom slot And cold and rains couldnt stop her From callin me poppa Big daady draw dropper Mr.Heart breaker She leaves Mary Poppins And comes home Seka Chorus Yes yes ya'll Cause I'm so fly (so fly) Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye Yes yes ya'll Cause we dont fake (dont fake) And he's down to come to feel your earthquake Socalize a little somethin' And you sweatin my style Challenge my world You wanna shell my mix You wanna sit with my flesh And reconize the tesh Ya never seen this niggers best A marage, a nest I hit your head with styles that are liquid You drip this Sweat this Perspired is desired, this wetness You get from Divine style Spark this girl, chill I see you got the love, the lust So why dont you live my cosmos exodus To my precous I'm a undress my message Into my wisdom body To my wisdom method You need a star for your cresent I got a diablo brass For your atmosphere My (a) dope mathamatics Are soak like Insin-sincere Uh, baby For my apparatus I do justice to your physical Annoint your aider never spendin your nobler A hard slyle at stages While the guard be sparkin that indo seed The Earth pieces be increasin That need to be pleased I represent the illest villans And the worst of bad breeze Ah baby, If you wanna next my vision You better come with subject of vision I keep it real live Keep it real straight To the Earthly Feel this style Earthquake Chorus (x 2) My love's stronger than pride My loves thicker than blood My killer swarm's in effect Nobodys livin off hud If you miss with his gun I'll run a patriot gig I'll have you flippin your wing I'll put the clip in my sink And cock the hammer back Click Clack Put a hole in your back The size of a plum You can come git some But my attitude shitty Like G Gordon Litty Take pity on a child Thats been raised in the city Chill- From East to West To maintain my rep So many times To assume my flow I go mono, stereo Or solo You never know Choose a flow And I'll throw the phattest atom I'm so hot, and so law And so far from the plan I reflectulate the ladies That be scannin My composition decirclar Hurtin the madd opposition Chorus (x 2) |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Lord have some mercy on my soul Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz??? Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em Chorus 3 |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Lord have some mercy on my soul Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz??? Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em Chorus 3 |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
Of the mcs that missed it would be the constitution They play their caps backwards still saying wack words No power to (durhust) just a few yes men Raising the question of who gave you a contract They should be fired you're officially retired I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour Back in 89 pe fought the power and in 86 big daddy kane was raw And I was right there on the first floor of the palladium You never played a venue local college or a stadium A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession To earn this is a blessing This skills have me guessing learn cause I'm testing Follow this down no question No doubt check it out You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is Built on lies don't apologize Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall And they'll all take a piece just like the berlin wall And place it on their mantle like a souvenir And what they call a knick-knack is really your career Chorus You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow When it's time to rise ill open the archives When you be in dreams you got 85s Chrome down with the leather package You got a home of your own Youre holding acres I got it made Season tickets to the knickers and the lakers Playing both coasts closed and european festivals Crowd scream decibels x2 In your ear you wanna make rapping your career From arkansas to minnesota I sell out the quota I be the wet dream making cream for promoters We keep the shit right we don't be starting no fights And he wont hold out my dough cause I'm a put out his lights And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved We show love they show it back all problems solved You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump But I ain't quitting till I'm shitting on donald trump So take heed to the verses and styles and versions When you socialize with other mcs And boast your rhymes to company enemies And in any cases that feel is what you want ? ? ? You want to make money money and take every honey Rap charges ain't funny but it boost your career Your penile style is now hanging from a tier Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
VERSE:
Cockni O' Dire CHORUS: Killa Rhyme Klik keeps the function live Heads treat my lovely on the 1, 2, 5 I might socialize if I dip and dive 'Cause it's the daily routine on which I thrive I got platoons, I got regiments, I got battalions I got ponies, I got mares, and I got stallions I got planets, I got moons, and I got stars I got jewelry, I got loot, plus I got cars I got family, I got foes, I got an ally It's the E-man, you got priests and a rabbi I got knowledge, I got wisdom, I got overstandin' I got culture, freedom, you got a weakly meat You have bless, you have blood, you have a sacrafice You have guilt, you have shame, you got your soul on ice It's a control device, can't you see my earth is in orbit Lucy's holdin' product, that's why you can't afford it CHORUS VERSE: Divine Styler |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Chorus (x 2)
No doubt Hold tight Till the break of dawn Till the break of light Say yes, yes ya'll To the right beat Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat I be huntin down crews like Pacino in Heat Puttin phsycology in your biology No scientolgy Dianedic anistedic You took bad advise Kid, I'm madd precise When it's time to get nice I heat it up like Spice Chorus (x 2) C'mon lets be real You only think you can deal Cause when I'm holdin the steel I rock shit that make you feel like "Damn that look easy, maybe I could do it" So you take a phat beat And put your wack rhymes to it And God only knows What could make you persue it For those that cant dance Just clap your hands to it Chorus You tell me you the baddest And you get the most cream But tell me whats the status On your self esteem You fronin on your jewels And your Bens And your Lex, All the bodies that you caught And all the Females you sexed Yes, Yes ya'll True indeed The sight of the world Keeps me high on weed Makes my eyeballs bleed but I must proceed Yo that chic's good lookin But she's hooked on speed Buy a first row ticket Watch the vultures feed Get you culture free From the lust and greed Chorus (x 2) |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
VERSE:
Cockni O'Dire Watch out, bust the style I be kickin' I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins Return of my dragon, pants be saggin' Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin' My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted From the phat back of blade, I must consume 'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you VERSE: Divine Styler VERSE: Cockni O'Dire I bow my head to the east five times a day I put my face in the dirt every time I pray To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover I'm steady rollin' with my head ***** up 'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest The black 850 representin' my status Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still VERSE: Divine Styler VERSE: Cockni O'Dire I said take me from your House of Pain See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane So put down your juice, pass your jinn Push up on a skin, I begin to win There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn Push up on a skin I begin to win There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win VERSE: Divine Styler |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin' static
With toys in my attic, styles automatic I love 'em Asiatic, Japanese, and Puerto Rican Every time I start speakin', I wind up freakin' Some little fleusy n**** in my jacuzzi If ya think I'm not choosy than the joke's on you You want the 411, baby here's my style I like 'em young but I'm no freaky pedophile I'm known to set it wild, young girls get creamy Swing 'em through the mo and the Ev will get steamy You can't see me, I play the set low Scrapin' on the bottom, smokin' L's if I got 'em And I ain't too proud to beg for your leg Let me push up in the thighs, I'll fertilize your egg Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure Strip you down bare, lay your things on the dresser While the children of the lesser, go out and play the hard rock role Girl, I stay rock hard CHORUS: So if I get mine, you'll get yours And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors VERSE: Divine Styler CHORUS VERSE: Cockni O'Dire Ahhh, baby, can't you feel it, deep down inside ya I can't hide the fact I wanna ride your Body up and down and then back and forth Kind of like Aaliyah, girl, I wanna see ya Oohh, you look good, honey bun, I can't fake it And word is bond I just got to get you n**** And once you're n**** I'm a lick your skin Then touch you in spots that ain't nobody else been I'll kiss you down there when you're bare And I swear that I'll do it right I'll make it last all night But don't put up a fight 'Cause I ain't Macho Man Randy I'm not a savage, I just want some candy And it's, fine and dandy if you need some time But let me know whatcha think and, sugar, ease my mind Let me know where I stand, come take my hand Give me a hug, then lay me down on the rug CHORUS |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Benevolence , mercy, dicipline x2
Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4 Uplift your soul Get your house in order MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku Who you gonna lie to Before I crucify you Hammer to the nails Commence the impailen' My acid flashbacks got everything trailin' I'm sailen blind on the open sea Like an overload of hatian refugees And I'm on my knees My face on the rug One more prostration for my salvation My jinns buggin up Got me fuckin' up The call of my flesh And my soul wont mesh [Chorus] So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4 I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me I thought I was lost but thank god you found me I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried...Lord I tried To make the best of what I got I keep on takin' pot shots From the critics and the media That's what it be to ya But you can stick it where the sun don't shine 'Cause I'm goin for mine I rock it all the time HERE COME THE PAIN [CHORUS] Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode was re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady But, you and me be hush hush The word be mum If you keep the low pro I'll still give you some 'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Viet Cong I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish I'll grant your every wish, so [CHORUS] |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Truly, I say truly
Truly, Truly Well if Jesus is your Lord Then Praise your God And if Islams's your Thing- Allah U Akbar And If you represent the 6 pointed star Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom I put grooves in the mix I make moves like the Knicks I'll take ya strait up the lane And block you out the frame Then I freez it Believes it You needs it like heroin Before you git your fight on Kid, get your stare on Here come the Don Dada Makin' ghettos red hotter I drop the boom bada Like Jake LaMatta I can single you out And isolate you like Mano I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano I hit you right below the belt Now you singin' Saprano Talk what ya talk Still you dont know what I know Chorus Some fiend for ass Some fiend for cash Some do the knowledge Some do the math Some stick to the road Some stray from the path Some do the knowlege Some do the math Now East Coast- West Coast Wonderin' what's the beef It's goin down rough Like swallowin teeth I say word to Thin Lizzy kid, I get busy And I'll knock all of ya'll Off this wonder wall Cause on a daily basis I rock like Oasis Quick to be your style From a Fetus to a child I kill 14 billion cells Puffin L's Stompin devils on all 9 levels of hell check the transmission Hear the transition Observe the technition In fly night vision you high-light reels I lace my drug deals As you skim and check feels Off chics in high heels It's all bright and sunny When your holdin big money My Sonics got youth As my mud got honey I can be the king of grunge If I blow my spunge away there's a little black spot on the sun today Which I dont care if my souls are dead so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king Chorus (2x) |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
Clunk [7x]
DJ Lethal. Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister. You might need to rest up, I'll pump that chest up Because that mental is fadin' Ego, you over played it. Hey buster, ya' just can't be trusted Tha' drama, your mama musta really been disgusted. But ya' got no clue always screamin' everybody owes you Well kid, I never did And never will. It's gone too far. It's gone too far, end it soon. I never did. Well I never did, kid. It's gone too far. Broken' punks when bringin' on tha' funkin' Knowin' you man, your probably not thinkin' Caught ya' lip-sincin' Lyricals flyin' over that head you'll be cryin' Lyin' in your death bed, now your just a reject (reject) Ya put your fate on Micky D's just to gain a little respect But ya' got no clue, always screamin' everybody owes you. Well kid, I never did And never will. It's gone too far. Well it's gone way too far, boy. I never did. It's gone too far. You need to drop that freakin' ego before ya' crash. Before tha' headlights are simply glarin' in your eyes and your goin' down. What's tha' matter with tha' life that your leadin'? When your bleedin', everyone's thinkin' how much they hate you. It's not too late, dude. Just that time for you to zip up that grill. Take a deep breath. Look around. Ain't nobody left, just tha' target. Bullseye. Still you walk around like a clown in a forcefield. See I'm not crazy. You're tha' one who's crazy. Institution. Bound to be the only way that we can even solve this. I've had about as much as I can take, so do yourself a favor. It's been built up for so long. And I just wanna get it out! And I just wanna get it out!! Clunk! There's certainly some distortion in there. What? Certainly some distortion in there. I can't hear you, I've got distortion in my ear. A thought just came to me while watching you and the guys play that. Um, the distortion feels the sound. It's like anguish or frustration. Like trying to thread, a needle with.. with.... thread. And you keep trying. (Can you thread a nee.. a needle with a piece of wood?) And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened when the kids were getting the guitars They were trying so hard, they wanted to play like their favorite singer They just couldn't bring it off, so they turned it up louder just to.. Because even your face got red, and, and the expression on your face was that of, of Sheer frustration, or anger, or just... what do you feel when you play this distortion on there? Um, what I feel when I play distortion like that is, I'm faking that anger Letting it all out, ya' know. There's no reservations or politness. I'm no longer trying to please anyone, I'm trying to please me. Trying to get myself off. That's a form of honosty, isn't it? I suppose. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're
freakin' me out you wear a mask - 5x freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're freakin' me out you wear a... fake hey man wake up and smell the concrete strange to see you've changed like the LB could be identity crisis but I can't buy this reality bites but that's what life is pitiful you, your hideous behavior hate what God gave ya, fakin all the flava artificial minds seekin out the new trends get in where you fit in quit thinkin like a has-been diggin in my culture let me let your punks know I'm an old school soldier with the funk flow a damn shame you wanna change yourself {chorus} because you're sick of yourself well I'm sick of you too, fake you're a, a counterfeit, fake you know we figured you out well I'm sick of you too, fake you're a, a counterfeit, fake I wonder, I wonder I wonder what it's like to be a clone doin' nothin, nothin' on my own alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat) so if your fakin that you're 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 on your siren phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick pain for the fakers fame can't maintain {chorus} all these phonies you disregarded your life (disregarded your life) you disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends) you've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my family but I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my guard) so you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back) but you were faking me out (you were faking me out) just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask) freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit - 6x now you're steadily startin to change you wanna rearrange your lifestyle with live like the wild child with the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly a lie but you deny you're a fake you know we figured you're a phony (fake) you know we figured you out (fake) you know we figured you out, figured you out, figured you out fake [a bunch of times] |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
I'm so ... fustrated
Somebody's been making me ... So sick inside... Oh, Go with your heart, go with your heart Yeah, right You're telling me I'm just not good enough for you Let's change, lets be something we're not And become what everybody else is Aw, so much builds up inside. It's fucking rediculous I don't know how I should Freak the fuck out on you I just sit back and relax Cuz you want more You don't have anything And me I have everything Yeah, I have everything What more could I ask for Nothing at all.... Don't run and hide Don't you keep it inside no more x2 Don't you run and hide x2 Why does it have to be this way at the end? |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has gotta body like me But I gotta think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play Cause I play them too Oh but I need some time off From that emotion Time to pick my heart up off tha' floor And when that love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showin' you that doo I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Gotta have faith Gotta have faith Baby I know you're askin' me to stay Say please please please don't go away Cause your givin' me tha' blues Maybe You might mean all them words you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to the loverboy rules Before this river Becomes an ocean Before you pick my heart up off tha' floor When that love comes down With out devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showin' you that doo I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Gotta have faith Gotta have faith Get tha' fuck up Gotta have faith I gotta have faith I gotta have faith I gotta have faith Faith faith faith |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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 and my family had the vision when the bounds now it's blowing up props to the Field Dog with the funk through the campaign gold records and Champaign Everlast for the tour on St. Patty's Chino, man we had a blast with ya Deftones rock that microphones daily props to the maestro Ross your an angel hey DJ wanna play that song Lethal we love you like a brother want to take a trip to the Flip side Jordan nothing more then I could say see ya walking hand in hand with the prophet Danny you took us to that fat man Harry, Tyler props for the golden introduction we're coming from the town of the unknown Jacksonville's on the map look us up raising eyebrows with the Jaguars kid better watch out line 'em up cheetah (indigo) yo Richard, Rob and Chuck (indigo) hook it up when I walk out on stage all headaches go away got the back from the sickest road crew Chris and Bobby for sticking to it Sugar Ray taught me life was all about drinking bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yea to the funk doobi thanks for showing up all my brothers in KoRn I love you dad and momma I'm coming home what up to my girl Sage Shawn, Teddy Swoze Indigo Ranch alive with the vibe Grun Dig Danny in the Milk Bar Terry Parker you know what's up dialed into The Planet and God I love you |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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 diciples 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 |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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 are you though I see you're always at my shows, always with my bros. always finding places where I think nobody goes I can't seem to shake you from this so now I have to break you from this {Chorus} Can't you just let me be leech aw, get it straight can't you take a hint, thought you had a friend that's such a shame that you're coming around again. and I'd really love to take ya out like Chuck Norris instead I'd kick 'em with a vocal, slap 'em with a chorus Man I really shouldn't have to beg What makes me sick is when your mommy and daddy hit the bed oh you say you'll not get that picture so I'll frame this scripta to grip ya {chorus} stop sticking around - 3x |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
Shut up!
Go away! I'm so sick of them deadlines. I cannot stand why them maniacs are hittin them headlines, And even though I don't know ya'; Through my lyrics I'll show ya' Tha' sanity's over. Cause people say I'm bugged out. So you won't defend, your in tha' dugout My business, stay the fuck out! All I know is that tha' beat goes on, tha' beat's tha' same 'Til tha' day I'm gone. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Nobody owes me a thing. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Maybe I'll go eat worms. I'm so sick of tha' world now. It's all these people baggin' my identity. Now I'm tha' enemy runnin' at tha' mouth again We'll settle up when you step into tha' south my friend. Your tha' big one, your tha' good one, I'm tha' bad one. That's so sad son. Cause I'm runnin' nowhere. Ya' send them black sheep everywhere. Ya' need to drop that guard, and it ain't that hard! Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Nobody owes me a thing. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Maybe I'll go eat worms. Oh, I'll go eat some worms. What's tha' matter with this? Someone's sure to find me. No exceptions for this (no exceptions) So many times I fall through. No one has ever warned me. Life seems so meaningless. When ??? your inner strength. Ohhh, I'm such a piece a' shit. Oh, you're so perfect! Oh, you're so perfect!! Oh, you're so much better than me! So much better than me!! YOU SUCK!!! Nobody loves me. Nobody cares. Nobody loves me. Maybe I'll go eat worms. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
Uh, come on fool.
Yeaahh! Ah, ah, got that shit. Straight comin' at ya. To criticize is critical when diggin' on my concept Rhythms keep on buildin' like a smog. Gotcha' runnin' from tha' law. Maybe it's that low end smothered with tha' free-style. Maybe it's tha' thought of being on the bottom of tha' pile. Styles piled to the sky lines. Keep 'em on the sidelines Chokin' on my fly rhymes. You need tha' heimlich maneuver. This ain't no joke. You're gonna choke When I'm singin' it to ya'. When do you decide? (you decide) Then then you can know in your mind. (you decide) When do you decide? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight on the mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight. Breaker breaker 1-9 spittin' out that skill. Suicidal punk lemme know you're real. I'm walkin' on a thin line with a sticky bass line. Now you're stuck with tha' flow runnin' through your mind. So if you're crossin' over, let me know you're real. With them flecks on your neck, now you got the feel. I rumble like tha' thunder. This time you're goin' under. Lemme know then, what the fuck is even going down? (down, down, down) I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain. I can't refrain from bringin' on the pain. When do you decide? (when did you decide) To be narrow in your mind. (when did you decide) When do you decide!? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep the grip tight on tha' mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight, oh. That's it, that's it. Somebody told me to turn down that volume. I'm gonna bring that beat back. And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass, I'm gonna bring that beat back. And when they tell me to turn down the vocal, I'm gonna bring that back. And when they tell us to shut tha' fuck up! I'M GONNA BRING THAT BEAT BACK!! Yeah, gonna bring that beat back! Woah, gonna bring that beat back! Wahh, gonna bring that beat back! You, you, you said, "Bring that beat back!" When do you decide? Then then you can know in your mind. When do you decide!!? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep the grip tight on tha' mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! Gonna bring that beat back! We're gonna bring that beat back. (Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it!) I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back, bring that beat back, beat back, bring that beat back, bring that! So shut tha f..... Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, etc... (Fred, shut up alright. This is me tellin' you to shut up) Bring that fuckin' beat back! (Shut up!) you sucker! Fuckin' sucker. (Fred, shut tha' fuck up!) Song. We're done. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
I thought I knew ya'. Took the time to prove my lovin' to ya'.
Screw ya'. Cause now you got me sittin' in tha' sewer. I'm threw with all them roller coaster rides. See I ain't forgot about them knots that you've been tyin' with my insides. I dropped my pride. Without you I was sure to die. I tried with cash, and all I could to make it last. Now I accept that that was in the past. I know you loved me, you loved me like a piece of trash. But at first you were so sweet. Couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour, so sour. It all became a hassle. You were even livin' in my castle. Just to use me and verbaly abuse me. That's not the way you run in my shop. It took a while to see tha' light before I stopped and you got dropped off. It's over. Probably I'll be sweatin' it. But in tha' long run, you'll be tha' one regrettin' it. Maybe you won't, maybe you will. But baby you're still about as real as a three dollar bill. There's no one to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. No one's to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. Oh, oh. I sound like a bitch, a little bitch in heat. With all that anger that I'm feelin' bitch, I think it's neat. Another split tail, just another split tail. Thanks for tha' lesson. Now get your shit and hit tha' trail. We know I'm comin' from that old school, you damn fool. Intensity is somethin' that I'm made of and certainly I'm not afraid of A little smack in my face. Thanks for that taste. There's no one to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. No one's to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. Meeee, oh yeah. Ohhhh, meee. Meeeeee. Ahhh. Quiet. I think that uh, I'd like to uh.. turn my self around. Turn it over. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
It's not my mind (5x)
J and I get a little bit your veins flow with poison please acknowledge my present this precious gift that I behold discarded like trash to dominate, it's in your nature, you selfish brat {chorus} I can't believe you had me strung out all over you like that one minute you're sweet the next minute you're sour I taste the envious predictions, change with each hour I've seen this before, you even decide to step into my little world strange things occurring happening over and over and over again now bitch you are cruelty you bark your orders with such a degrading dialect {chorus} one minute you think you're all this the next minute you think you're all that but your playin' with the nova momma didn't show ya how to take it, you can by the man when it's over i'll be hunting you down waiting for the pay back, you frown begging me for your mercy I ain't down with the sympathy you see and I always remember your tender love wipe me under the rug just so you can step on my spine I'm gonna get mine - 2x Reminds me I'm gonna get mine I wish I was wasted I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine I'd like to rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine... you're so sweet - 3x I'm gonna get mine - 3x I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine I'll rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine I'll rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine you're so sweet - 3x you're always right and I'm always wrong not my mind that's why I love you so much not my mind you're so sweet not my mind I love you not my mind you're so sweet not my mind I love you not my mind... |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
I've seen your campus
and thinking I've been there before you know someting, I live in this pig pen this filthy pig pit next door another stench of my auroma stick that nose up in the air is that the excuse you use to ruin me --chorus-- I need to get you outta my way pack them bags boy get the fuck outta here need to get you outta my way love thy neighbor, love my neigbor yeah right_right yo J, drop that one down your existence means less now that it probably ever has before you've got your head up your ass out of your mouth comes nothing but shhhhhh still I listen, I absorb you amuse me idiot all bent outta shape 'cause i piss on your gate --chorus-- I need to get you outta my way pack them bags you boy get the fuck outta here need to get you outta my way love thy neighbor, love my neigbor right_right and you don't stop and we won't stop that's right and you can't stop this shit, it just won't stop let's take it to the curb if you can stand it, put yourself in my position man -repeat x2 let's take it to the curb, put yourself in my position man ahh, take it to the curb, put yourself in my position man punk, how you wanna take it to the curb ahh, you wanna take it to the curb ahh put ya, put ya, ahh, put yourself in my position man man, punk, you're gone break, break, break and you don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop got it stinky, stinky finger and you don't -repeat x2 |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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 gonna bring you doom with tha' buck buck And now your duck duck goose I'm lettin' loose with tha' thirty yard freestyle Labeled hostile by my profile Must be all tha' madness You and all your tactics Jonesin' for my cash Gotta make them pockets super fat Hey I'm a humble man Kickin' out my jams like a tramp I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business What's with all tha' business I get payed to take tha' microphone to slay tha' stage Stay away from all tha' bros in my band and All tha' fans and all my friends When tha' cash is comin' in Or I'll be slammin' them balls to tha' wall With the ink on my flesh and the yes yes y'all No 9 to 5 I'll still survive I keep my engine on that amp like the Chattanooga champ That's all we need another bad seed Planted on this earth motivated by greed You wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blastin' Woah you wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blastin' You' bad luck you' soooooo Stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck got your brain on my green again Stuck you're so your so your so stuck you don't even know All I wanted was a Pepsi just one Pepsi Far from suicidal Still I get them tendencies Bringin' back them memories That I really miss when I reminisce Rockin' back in the '80's LIVE My attitude to do or DIE Once I was a maggot now I'm just super fly Bound for the boundaries no limits G Fat ass rhythems driven by my destiny Your style's in my pocket Proclaimed to regain that essence Pressin' cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile In deed I am I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed You wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' Woah you wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's that ass I'm bla Your bad luck your soooooo Stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck you got your brain on my green again Stuck you're so your so your so stuck You don't even know Oh yeah Ain't nothin' like a greedy bitch Diggin and diggin' and diggin' and diggin' Diggin' so deep for that green All I know all I know Yeah Is you must be fucked up in that head I got a little problem Just one question biatch Why why you wanna be like that Why why you gotta be like that You wanna be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why why you gotta be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why the fuck you wanna be like that Why why why you gotta be like that Why the fuck you wanna be like that Why why why why why why you gotta be Why why why you wanna be like that Why why why you gotta dig in my business you fuckin' whore Stuck on yourself you are You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' Stuck on yourself you whoooore You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' You' bad luck You' sooooo stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck Got your brain on my green again Stuck your so your so your so stuck in your head You don't even know Live on tape biatch Don't fuck wit' us |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Fame you're
당신의 명성은 claimin' is the top of the world. 세상꼭대기에 올라가 있지 This stage is claimin' is the top of the world. 이 무대에는 세계의 최고만이 올라가는 곳이라구 Love I'm feelin when you people connect and 난 당신같은 사람들과 연락하는것을 느낄수 있단걸 사랑하지 if you're out in the 만약 당신이 군중밖으로 나간다면 crowd than you're gettin' more than respect. 더 많은 존경과 인기를 얻게 될꺼고 넌 그것도 즐기겠지 If you're wondering I got plenty of flows. 만약 니가 내 움직임에 대해 궁금하다면... I'm makin' plenty of friends and many are foes, 난 친구들을 많이 만들지만 그들의 대부분은 적들이지 but as the audience grows security knows stoppin' me 하지만 청중들은 나를 막기 위해 안전해지고 있어 now is kinda serious. 이제 사태가 심각해 No 아니 use in dreadin' what they call Armageddon. 그들이 아마게돈을 부르짖는 모습들을 악독하게 이용해 I think we made it through the slump 난 우리가 슬럼프에 빠짐으로써 그걸 해낼수 있었다고 생각하지 But who really cares where we're headin' 하지만 누가 진정으로 우리가 향하는곳에서 우리를 돌보는건지 cuz now you 그래서 지금 당신은 mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!! 뛰어오르기 위해 완전히 미친놈이 되엇어 (chorus) so lets make somethin' out of it. 그래서 그걸 벗어나서 무언가를 만들려고 해 This way we can all relate. 우리가 모두 친하게 될수 있는 이 길을 말야 Worldwide we collide. 세계적으로 우리는 서로 영향을 주고 받고 있어 This is how we communicate. 이건 우리가 연락하는 방법이고 So lets make somethin' out of it. 그래서 그걸 벗어나서 무언가를 만들려고 해 Whoever thought we would see the day. 누구나 우리가 오늘날을 바라보게 될거라고 생각하고 있어 I cant believe we did it. 난 우리가 그걸 햇다고 믿을수가 없어 So lets drift away. 그래서 멀리 떨어져 버렸지 Hate, a feelin' I don't really get. 내가 느끼는 증오는 내가 가진게 아닐지도 몰라 And hate can get you in some serious shit. 그리고 증오는 널 약간은 심각하게 만들수도 있어 Time is somethin' that might change me, but I cant time so fuck it. 시간은 나를 바꿀수도 있을꺼야. 하지만 난 빌어먹을 시간이 없어 ive been stumblin' through these thoughts and 난 그런 생각들로 인해서 멍청해지는것같군 I thought the fact that I 게다가 난 그 사실은 could be delirious. 내 정신착란으로 생성된거라고 생각하기까지 햇어 No use in dreadin' what they call Armageddon. 그들이 아마겟돈이라고 부르는것에 푹빠져 있는것은 사용하지 않아 I think we made it through the slump. 난 우리가 그것을 슬럼프를 통해서 만들었다고 생각햇어 But who really cares where we're leadin' 그렇지만 누가 우리가 이끌어가는 곳을 진정으로 돌봐줄까 cuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!! 그래서 이제 당신은 뛰어다니기 위해 재수없는 놈이 됬어 (chorus).. We see good things change and good things go away. 우리가 변화할수 있는 행운들이 보인다면 그것들은 금새 사라질꺼야 We see good things waste and 우리는 좋은것들을 낭비하는 모습만을 볼수 있고 we waste the pain. 우리는 고통을 낭비하고 있어 What we need is to escape from today. 우리가 진정으로 필요한것은 이곳에서 도망가는것이 아닐까 Right? 맞아? what we need is a place to escape from today!! 우리가 필요로 하는게 현재에서 도피하는걸까 right?!... 그런가? Bring it on..you wanna be 니가 하고 싶은걸 가져오도록해 down with the G shock!! g쇼크와 함께 내려와봐 fuck the glam rock!! 글램락에 엿먹이고 assed out like ken shamrock 켄 샴락같이 토해내봐 MC's detest me, mc들은 나를 싫어할것 같은데 wanna chest to chest me, but I aint all about that. 나를 파괴하길 바라는것 같은데 난 모든것을 알고 있어 You gotta be down with the G shock!! 니가 G쇼크와 함께 내려가는것을 알고 있어 fuck the glam rock!! 글램락에 엿먹여 assed out like ken shamrock!! 켄 샴락같이 토해내봐 MC's detest me, MC들이 나를 싫어하는것 같은데 wanna chest to chest me, but you don't want none 나를 파괴하길 바라는것 같은데 하지만 당신은 아무것도 바라지 않고 있잖아 of that where we at?! 저게 우리의 모습이란 말야? Don't stop!! 멈추지마 its 9 teen 90 nine!! 그것이 1999년! |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
This pain in my stomach
Won't go away I assume this is punishment For all the mistakes I've made In a world where my actions Speak louder than words In a world where my actions Speak louder than words I know people than could ever be What lesson I've learned from it all Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend Cause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been This pain in my stomach Won't go away I assume this is punishment For all the mistakes I've made In a world where my actions Speak louder than words In a world where my actions Speak louder than words I know people than could ever be What lesson I've learned from it all Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend Cause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
It's just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked Everybody sucks You dont really know why But you wanna justify ripping somones head off No human contact and if you interact Then your life is on contract Your best bet is just to stay away Mother fucker it's just one of thse days It's all about the he says she says bull shit It think you better quit it letting shit slip I'm going leave ya with a fat lip It's all about the he says she says bull shit I think you better quit talking that shit... It's just one of those days Feeling like a freight train First one to complain leaves with a blood stain The mind of a maniac You better watch your back Cuz I'm fucking up your program (Nice rhyming Fred) Hey dude you're stuck up Your just locked up Next in line to get fucked up It's just one of those days Mother fucker so stay away It's all about the he says she says bull shit It think you better quit it letting shit slip or I'll leave ya with a fat lip Its all about the he says she says bull shit I think you better quit talking that shit punk So come and get it I feel like shit... My suggestion is to keep your distance Cuz right now I'm dangerous We all Feel like shit been treated like shit All those mother fuckers who wanna step up I hope you know I got a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I might break something tonight I hope you know I got a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I might break something tonight I hope you know I got a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I might break your fucking face tonight Give me something to break Give me smoething to break Give me smoething to break And that's your fucking face I hope you know I got a chain saw WHAT A chainsaw WHAT A mother fucking chainsaw So come and get it Its all about the he says she says bull shit It think you better quit it lett
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Every day it's nothing but stress to me
Constantly dwellin on how you got the best of me Wanna know somethin I can't believe The way you keep testin me Mentally molesting me 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 care Of course you would Cause you only want what you can't have As for me I'm stuck with my dick in my hand Because you don't feel nothing at all You don't feel nothing at all Maybe there's more to life than it seems Constantly running from reality chasing dreams Wanna know somethin I can't believe Just how much memory goes with you Do you think any less of me now Gone look at me now Everything is gone I can't seem to do anything right But I figured out why you don't let me inside Because you don't feel nothing at all You don't feel nothing at all Nothing at all You mean nothing to me But you think I'm useless to you now But I need one thing from you now I insist that you feel me You said You don't feel nothing at all You don't feel nothing at all |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
I ain't no joke
So you should get 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 I'm broke Somebody's gettin choked Cause now its time to pay the piper Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper Don't make me have to call a sniper And wipe your brains off my windshield wiper 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 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 ain't 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 you're not so find another spot where the cash is Me I'm broke Me I'm broke Gimme back my money 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 I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind 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 I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind 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 I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind Give me back my money 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 I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind 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 I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
This is not a test, this is reality worlwiddddde
Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Limp Bizkit is in the house. Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Limp Bizkit is in the house Bring it on. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Get up
Like this Just like this Do ya feel it Just like this Do you wanna catch the vibe That's keepin me alive I'm follow in these phatass beats until I die Fill em with tension the sick dimension I rumble the earth with my lowered suspension Just watch the ground move let the sound prove That it ain't fake when the girls get naked Don't call it a comeback we bring that beat back And we make sure John kept them beats phat A lyrical rampage burnin your headset Open your mind my rhymes ain't dead yet want ya to stand up and put them hands up I'm break it down cause you're pumpin my band up Like this Just like this Get up Music is key It's the way we're set free From all this world is throwin at me The rhythm's so insane flowin your vein Triggerin that neck poppin nerve up in your brain I don't even know ya but came to show ya The Bizkit's Limp when the night is over We shake the whole place make this earth quake And it ain't fake when we start the riots Rock the bells psycho females Doin time blowin up the phoneline Call it a stampede comin to your town We ain't gonna hold back we're comin to get down I want ya to stand up and put them hands up And break it on down cause you're pumpin my band up Like this Just like this Get up Music is key It's 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 It's okay cuz it's all just the way it should be Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all Yo John bring that beat back Just like this Do ya feel it Just like this You'll bring that beat back Music is keyIt's 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 It's okay cuz it's all just the way it should be |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
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 fuck you at Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now Shut the fuck 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 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 What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What 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 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 So shut the fuck up And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack 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 What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What 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 |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Went too fast
Way too soon I feel disgusted and you should too It's no good when all that's left is the sex Sex has become all I know about you Memories of those filthy things that we do There is not one single thought that is left after sex with you 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 in Wait... it's my ass Your perfume It makes temptation hard to refuse So I guess we undressed To have sex Dirty sex Sex has become all I know about you Memories of those filthy things that we do There is not one single thought that is left after sex with you 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 in You couldn't respect yourself I couldn't respect myself I realize that I'm worth more than that Realize I mean more than that 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 in |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)
You hate me, you like (you like) You like to see me cry It's already a proven fact That you hate and you wait On me to die It's so scary I find it hard to confine I will make you see it my way You give, I take You say you want to be away from me You bring me I got the reason and I won't let go Take me down I got the reason and I want to know I'm convinced that you (fucked me) Real good. You did (you did) But I won't let go I got my reasons and I'm not leavin' Soon I'll wait on you to lie Please take this time for me to be unforgiven I give my life to you I lay my life on the line for you For you You bring me I got the reason and I won't let go Take me down I got the reason and I want to kno I.. got.. no reason You got no reason No fucking reason And I won't let go |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
I came into this world
as a reject Look into these eyes Then you'll see the size of the flames Dwellin on my past past It's burnin on my brain ah 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 fucked And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey 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 said I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhood And you would think that I'd be movin' on move it But I'm a sucker like I said Fucked up in the head not And maybe she just made a mistake And I should give her a break But my heart will 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 c'mon The nookie c'mon 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 c'mon The nookie c'mon 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 Not by my so called girl but in reality She had a hidden agenda She put my tender heart in a blender And still I surrendered hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump I did it all for the nookie c'mon The nookie c'mon 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 c'mon The nookie c'mon 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 It's easier said than done I appreciate it I do but Just leave me alone Leave me alone Just leave me alone And nothing gonna change You can go away I'm just gonna stay here And always be the same And nothing gonna change Cuz you can go away And I'm just gonna stay here And always be the same And nothing gonna change Cuz you can go away I'm just gonna stay I did it all for the nookie c'mon The nookie c'mon 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 c'mon The nookie c'mon 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 |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
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 fuckin Backstreet Boys CD! Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking 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 |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
lately i've been skeptical
silent when i would used to speak distance from all around me who witness me fall 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 you 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 everybody's the same you think that everybody's the same i don't think that anybody's like you (you ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and i won't ) 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 |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
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 ain't 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 can't name em all So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I can't help but believe in these friends These bands, these tours and these places I've been I thank God, Mom & Dad Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band Without em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can Without the fans there wouldn't be no show And if that was really so then 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 Wu-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 with the demos that were cool I'm so grateful for this life of mine The ones I didn't thank I will some other time Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I've been around this world and then some Dumb ditty dumb 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 ain't it? Comin raw with no corrections Savin all perfection's for what I do with my erections So dream on! |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!
1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do? You know I see right through you When 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 Creepin up your back So whatchu all about? I'm too fuckin' good And fuckin' 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 or anybody else's When you're selfish Your wealth is All you crave from the cradle to the grave I'm too fuckin' good And fuckin' proud I'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown I got a little bitty question Just what the fuck are you thinkin? You think you're all that and then some Well you're not I think you're dum ditty dumb 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 anybody Cuz nobody trust me Never gonna trust anybody And that's the way its gonna be I'm too fuckin' good And fuckin' proud I'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown |
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from Limp Bizkit - Re-Arranged [single] (1999)
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has gotta body like me But I gotta think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play Because I play them too Oh, but I need some time off From that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor When that love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showin' you that door Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay Say please, please, please don't go away Cuz you're givin' me the blues Maybe, you might mean all the words you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to the loverboy blues Before this river becomes an ocean Before you pick my heart up off the floor When our love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a stong man baby But I'm showing you that door Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Get the fuck up! Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith - repeat to end |
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from Limp Bizkit - Re-Arranged [single] (1999)
Just think about it
Just think about it Lately I've been skeptical Silent when I would used to speak Distant from all around me Who witnessed me fail and become weak Life is over whelming 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 of You and me we're through A rearranged It seems that you're not satisfied Too much on your mind So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find Life is over whelming 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 of You and me we're through And rearranged You and me we're through And rearranged You're no good for me Thank God it's 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 everybody's the same I don't think that anybody's like you You think that everybody's the same I don't think that anybody's like you |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000)
If only we could fly, Limp Bizkit style John Otto, take em to the Mathew's bridge Can ya feel it, my g' g' generation, get up My g' g' generation, are you ready? Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle punk Take a look around It's limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town We download in the shockwave For all the ladies in the cave To get your groove on And maybe your the one who Flew over the cuckoo's nest Well guess who's next Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through a window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck un- till you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Hey kid, take my advice Ya don't wanna step into Abig pile of shit The captain is drunk Your world is titanic Floatin' on the funk So get your groove on And maybe I am Just a little fucked up Life's just a little fucked up Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through the window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame But do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Well I do, I do .....FLY! DJ Lethal, bring it on !!! Ooooooooooh yea, come on !!! So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Oh yea
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from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000)
If only we could fly, Limp Bizkit style
John Otto, take em to the Mathew's bridge Can ya feel it, my g' g' generation, get up My g' g' generation, are you ready? Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle punk Take a look around It's limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town We download in the shockwave For all the ladies in the cave To get your groove on And maybe your the one who Flew over the cuckoo's nest Well guess who's next Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through a window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck un- till you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Hey kid, take my advice Ya don't wanna step into Abig pile of shit The captain is drunk Your world is titanic Floatin' on the funk So get your groove on And maybe I am Just a little fucked up Life's just a little fucked up Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through the window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame But do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Well I do, I do .....FLY! DJ Lethal, bring it on !!! Ooooooooooh yea, come on !!! So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Oh yea |
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from Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around [single] (2000)
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 fuck you at Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now Shut the fuck 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 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 What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What What's that I didn't hear you Come on a little louder Everybody N 2 Gether now What What 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 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 So shut the fuck up And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack 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 What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What What's that I didn't hear you Come on a little louder Everybody N 2 Gether now What What |
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from Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around [single] (2000)
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 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 on his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? Method Man: Tical Fred: Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now Method Man: Shut the fuck up! Fred: 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 and 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 tha club when there's ladybug Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut her up Life is love all day till 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 fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! Method Man: Headstrong, ????? Deadweight they dead wrong Let's get it on Twelve rounds of throwdown Who hold crown? Protect land with both ????? Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go What's the scenario? Comin through your stereo Why risk it Lifestyles up the prolific and gifted Eight essential vitamins and minerals Delicious Word on the street is They bit my feces Knocked out their front teethes Tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the baseline ????? Pharmacuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle Where you find that monster She beautiful Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit We're on the set Kick a hole in the speaker Pull the plug and then jet 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 the 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 fuck up! Fred: And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack Method Man: ??? Fred: When it's layed out 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 fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! Method Man: It was over your head all day every day S-I-N-Y One Oh Three Oh Four Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T's Gotta know the time Gotta know to rhyme It ain't easy bein greazy In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness We gone Peace |
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from Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around [single] (2000)
All the teachin' in da world today
All the little girls fillin' up da world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'm a live my life like i should Now da critics wanna hit it This hit? How we did it, just because they don't get it But I'll stay fitted, new era commited Now this red cap gets a rap from these critics But do we always gotta cry Do we always gotta live inside a lie Life's just a blast cuz its movin' really fast So ya better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass Follow me into a solo Remember that, kid, so whatcha wanna do And where ya gonna run when your stari'n down the cable of my mic Pointed at yo grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set It's like russian roulette when you're placin' your bet So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done Cuz I'm a be the one till I jet I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately Does anybody really know the secret Or the combination for this life and where they keep it It's kinda sad when you don't know the meaning But everything happens for a reason I don't even know what i should say Cuz I'm an idiot, a loser A microphone abuser I analyze every second I exist Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist And everybody wanna run Everybody wanna hide from da gun You can dig a rat through this life if you want But you can't dig the edge off a knife (no sir) And now you want your money back But you're denied, cuz your brain's fried from the sack And there aint nothin' i could do Cuz life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately Now... I... know... why (now I know why you wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Looks like I'm gonna do
everything myself Maybe I could use some help but hell You want something done right you gotta do it yourself Maybe life is up and down But my life's been what till now I crawled up your butt somehow and that's when things got turned around I used to be alive now I feel pathetic and now I get it What's done is done you just leave it alone and don't regret it sometimes some things turn into dumb things And that's when you put your foot down Why did i have to go and meet somebody like you like you Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me like me How could you do somebody like that like that Hope you know that i'm never coming back never coming back Looks like I'm gonna do everything myself Maybe I could use some help but hell You want something done right you just going it yourself Maybe life is up and down But my life's been what till now I crawled up your butt somehow and that's when things got turned around I used to be alive I feel pathetic and now I get it What's done is done you just leave it alone and don't regret it sometimes some things turn into dumb things And that's when you put your foot down Why did i have to go and meet somebody like you like you Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me like me How could you do somebody like that Hope you know that i'm never coming back Why did i have to go and meet somebody like you like you Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me like me How could you do somebody like that Hope you know that i'm never coming back Depending on you is done Giving to you is done no more eating no sleeping no living It's all just more giving to you and I'm done Depending on you is done Giving to you is done No more reaching no sleeping no living It's all just more forgiving to you and I'm done The hiding from you is done The lying on you is done No more eating no sleeping no living It's all just more giving to you and I'm done Why did I have to meet somebody like you Why did you have to hurt somebody like me How could you do somebody like that hope you know that I'm never coming back Why did I have to meet somebody like you Why did you have to hurt somebody like me How could you do somebody like that hope you know that I'm never coming back |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Why is everybody
always picking on me why is everybody always picking on me Does anybody really know a thing about me does anybody really know a thing about me One of these days we'll be in the same place And the same place punk at the very same time YEAH And when it takes it place and you wanna talk shit Then step your ass up AND SAY IT RIGHT TO MY FACE You'll get knock the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash Knocked straight the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash I ain't believing all this shit you've talking about me Don't even know me and still your talking shit about me don't even know me and still your talking shit about me One of these day i'm'a catch you in the act in the act Red handed caught up in the act punk Now that'll be the day the one and only day So step your ass up AND SAY IT RIGHT TO MY FACE You'll get knock the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash Knocked straight the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash So where you at Where you've been Sure in I was in Cause this world's Really stuck can we all get along So where you at Where you've been Sure in I was in Cause this world's Really stuck can we all get along How pathetic are peoples Who purposly rape us with talking We try to ignore them ignore them until they keep talking They think that they're good cheap liers Without us we've got the fortunates ones We got the fire to burn this MOTHER FUCKER DOWN DOWN DOWN BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN DOWN DOWN BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN DOWN DOWWWWWWN BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN DOWWWWWWN BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER You'll get knock the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash Knocked straight the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash That your ass can't cash |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Yes millenium shit
Limp Bizkit hah X to the Z Bringing it live to you and yours Ladies and gentlement Hahaha my home boy Yo get at 'em dog You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long Don't you treat me like a toy kid Are you enjoying this Every single I'm alive I'm a mess Got these laser beam mic checks Communicating through the genelect High tech Kick you on the run now Don't wanna be that guy Every single second I'm alive I'm alive I don't understand why I've got control for the candy in ya soul I'm bumpin' up the sweetness This is what you need Another little piece of me Inside of you Cause you that I always keep it true And that's exactly what I do It's what I do Yeah it's what I do You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long I've got breakneck delivery No time for chivalry Extraordinary ability Shit longevity Dig deep in your soul And find yourself Cause mind control Can turn y'all into someone else So fast you'll hear the party spin the fuck right off Me and Fred about to go half of Microsoft Burning twenty percent Your little half ass direct hits Aint even making a dent Running the red All hell Xzibited lick As we attempt to bring home the championship It's all in the rist I still lead the league in assist Give me the fifth I'm drinking while I'm taking a piss You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long I've got untapped material I serial kill shit Give me the real shit X finish him off quick Making your jaw split When I'm touching the mosh pit Constant conflict Knock you faggots unconscience Nauseous raising the stakes Increasing the weight Got homies I can lay down And lift their plate So quit trying to invade my space Before I call for a face to face And gotta rest my case This is how we do it Just recognise We can get you right to it Look into these eyes Look into these eyes And you'll see the size of the fame Then you might despise The size of my game Step the fuck back Xzibit's on the track You shoulda buckled up Before your head hit the dash You gotta hate that A demo from an eight track Brought me to a place Where platinum comes in eight stack bitch You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
[Scott Weiland]
You keep your distance, I can't deny you. I got the feeling, can't satisfy you. I got your picture on the wall. I got the picture while I'm gone. You keep your wishes, (keep you wishes) I'll keep my feelings. There goes along the one that kept me breathing. [Duet] I'm waiting for you, I know your leaving. [Duet] I still adore you. You never need me. [chorus start] [Duet] Hold on. I've found another way to let you go, away. Hold on. You've find another way to play my soul, away. [chorus end] [Fred Durst] The things you told me, To hear you speak. I'm burning slowly, I'm growing weak. You bring me close to, yes, the day, Yes the day's a million miles away. Why can't you hear me? Why can't I see you? And I don't understand what keeps me breathing. I'm waiting for you. I know you're leaving, I'll still adore you, You never need me. [chorus start] [Duet] Hold on. I've found another way to let you go, away. Hold on. You've find another way to play my soul, away. [chorus end] [chorus start] [Duet] Hold on. I've found another way to let you go, away. Hold on. You've find another way to play my soul, away. Hold on. I've found another way to let you go, away. Hold on. You've find another way to play my soul, away. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. [chorus end] |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Ladies and Gentlemen
Introducing the chocolate starfish and the hot dog flavored water Bring it on Get the fuck up YEAH Check 1 2 Listen up listen up Here we go It's a fucked up world And a fucked place Everybody's judge by their fucked up face Fucked up dreams and fucked up life A fucked up kid with a fucked up knife Fucked up mom and fucked up dad It's a fucked up cop with a fucked up badge Fucked up job A fucked up pay And a fucked up boss it's a fucked up day Fucked up press with fucked up lies While my beats is in the back with the fucked up lies Everybody knows this song Everybody knows this song Ain't it a shame that you can't say fuck Fuck's just a word and it's all fucked up Like a fucked up punk with a fucked up mouth A nine inch nail that gets knock the fuck out Fucked up babes with fucked up sex Fake ass tities on a fucked up chest We're all fucked up so whatcha wanna do Well fucked up me and fucked up you YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL YOU'D LIKE TO BURN FROM THE INSIDE YOU'D LIKE TO THINK THAT I'M A PERFECT DRUG JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YOU DO will bring you closer to me Aim like a bitch a fucked up bitch A fucked up sword with a fucked up stich A fucked up head is a fucked up shame Swinging at my nuts is a fucked up game Jaleousy filling up a fucked up mind It's real fucked up like a fucked up crime If I say fuck two more times that's forty six fucks in this fucked up rhyme Everybody knows this song Everybody knows this song YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL YOU'D LIKE TO BURN FROM THE INSIDE YOU'D LIKE TO THINK THAT I'M A PERFECT DRUG JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YOU DO WILL BRING YOU CLOSER TO ME You can't bring me down I don't think so You better check yourself before you wreck yourself Kiss my starfish my chocolate starfish Kiss my starfish my chocolate starfish YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL YOU WANNA BURN ON THE INSIDE YOU'D LIKE TO THINK THAT I'M A PERFECT DRUG JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YOU DO WILL BRING YOU CLOSER TO ME |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
This is not a test, this is reality worlwiddddde Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Limp Bizkit is in the house. Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Limp Bizkit is in the house Bring it on.
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
I just read your letter,
It says that you'll be gone for awhile. Don't you think t'was getting better, I guess I'm just a fool strung-out. [chorus start] What to do? My life is through. Just wanna kill, myself for you. [chorus end] I wonder, just how sympatic you'll be? You've come to take me under, And I forgot all about me. [chorus start] What to do? Life is through. Just wanna kill, myself for you. So tell me why? You say goodbye. And tell me why!?? YOUR FUCKING UP MY WHOLE LIFE! Yeah, Fucking up my whole life, So I'm on my way, I leave today, If I get away, It'll be okay. It'll be okay. [chorus end] I'm looking out a window, Into a world that's taking you from me. And I'm feeling so disgusted, How pathetic can I possibly be ? [chorus start] What to do? Life is through. Just wanna kill, myself for you. So tell me why? You say goodbye. And tell me why!?? YOUR FUCKING UP MY WHOLE LIFE! Yeah, Fucking up my whole life. So I'm on my way, I leave today, If I get away, It'll be okay. It'll be okay. [chorus end] If their's a better place you can take me, Better life you can give me. Whatever place I can start all over. And I would, never need what you gave me. Never need you to save me. And never feel like this life is over. [heavy guitar get it on here] If their's a better place you can take me, Better life you can give me! Whatever place I can start all over! And I would, never need what you gave me! Never need you to save me! And never feel like this life is over! Feel like this life is over. [chorus start] So I'm on my way, I leave today, If I get away, It'll be okay. It'll be okay. [chorus end] |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
This is dedicated to you
Ben Stiller You are my favorite mutherfucker I told you didn't I Drama makes the world go around Does anybody got a problem with that My business is my business Who's guilty Can I get a witness First things first The Chocolate Starfish is my man Fred Durst Access Hollywood lisence to kill A redneck fucker from Jacksonville Bangin on the dumpster funk My microphone machete's in the back of my trunk Rocker's who's steady with the He says she says And don't forget about the starfish navigation system Don't hate me I'm just an alien With thirty seven tons of new millenium Dum diddie dum Where's it coming from Mrs Aguilera come and get some Oh know which way to go To the dance floor It's on my stereo Pay me no mind I seen The Fight Club About twenty eight times And I'm a keep my pants saggy Keep a skateboard A spray can for the taggin And I'm a keep a lot of girls in my beer wagon Cause I don't give a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin it up Not giving a fuck Livin life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane Take two Hoo haa Now who's the star sucker I'm the Starfish You silly mutherfucker Puff puff Give the marujuana cig Oops I don't even smoke But I love the way it smells Here's a toast to the females Sippin lung champagne from a seashell I think I gotta feel And pop his ass like a zit With the starfish navigation system I'm no cheap thrills baby Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills I'm just an ordinary run of the mill fella Spittin out hella mic skillz And I'm a keep my pants saggy Keep a skateboard A spray can for the taggin And I'm a keep a lot of girls in my beer wagon Cause I don't give a fuck Livin life in the fast lane I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin it up Not giving a fuck Livin life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane Cause it's so easy To tell a lie And it's so easy to run and hide But it's not easy to be alive So don't be wasting None on my time This world is like a cage And I don't think it's fair And I don't even think That anybody cares It'll leave a hole down the side of me And it'll leave a scar Can anybody see That we gotta get it out We got to get it out We got to get it out And I'm'a get it out with the mother fucking MICROPHONE PLUGGED IN MY SOUL I'm a renegade vibe gettin out of control I'm'a keep it alive and continue to be Livin life in the fast lane Cause it's so easy To tell a lie And it's so easy to run and hide But it's not easy to be alive So don't be wasting None on my time I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin it up Not giving a fuck Livin life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
If only we could fly, Limp Bizkit style
John Otto, take em to the Mathew's bridge Can ya feel it, my g' g' generation, get up My g' g' generation, are you ready? Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle punk Take a look around It's limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town We download in the shockwave For all the ladies in the cave To get your groove on And maybe your the one who Flew over the cuckoo's nest Well guess who's next Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through a window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck un- till you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Hey kid, take my advice Ya don't wanna step into Abig pile of shit The captain is drunk Your world is titanic Floatin' on the funk So get your groove on And maybe I am Just a little fucked up Life's just a little fucked up Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through the window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame But do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Well I do, I do .....FLY! DJ Lethal, bring it on !!! Ooooooooooh yea, come on !!! So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Oh yea |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
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 fuckin Backstreet Boys CD! Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking 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
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Alright partner keep on rollin' baby You know what time it is Chocolate Starfish Keep on rollin' baby Move in now move out Thanks The Limp Bizkit 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house with them hands in the air Cause if you don't care then we don't care One two three time zoom to the 6 Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk Shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit You can't mess with the Bizkit Cause we get it on Everyday and everynight See this platnuim thing right here Well we're doin it all the time So you better get some better beats And uh get some better rhymes We got the game set So don't complain yet 24 7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers all the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mammas pimp daddies And the people rollin' in the Caddies Hey rockers hip hoppers And everybody all around the world 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Alright partner...keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is (Throw yo hands up) (Ladies and gentlemen) Chocolate Starfish Keep on rollin' baby Move in now move out [Thanks TheLimpBizkit1] 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' (x4) Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here People in the house with them hands in the air Cause if you don't care then we don't care One two three time zoom to the 6 Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up (Throw yo hands up) 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' (x4) YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit? - Yeah You can't mess with the Bizkit - Why? Cause we get it on - When? Everyday and everynight - Oh See this platnuim thing right here - Uh-Hu Well we're doin it all the time - Wha? So you better get some better beats And uh, get some better rhymes - Doh! We got the game set So don't complain yet 24/7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit (Throw yo hands up) 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' (x4) Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers all the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mammas, pimp daddies And the people rollin' in the Caddies Hey rockers, hip-hoppers And everybody all around the world 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' (x4) 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' (x4) |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
All the teachin' in da world today
All the little girls fillin' up da world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'm a live my life like i should Now da critics wanna hit it This hit? How we did it, just because they don't get it But I'll stay fitted, new era commited Now this red cap gets a rap from these critics But do we always gotta cry Do we always gotta live inside a lie Life's just a blast cuz its movin' really fast So ya better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass Follow me into a solo Remember that, kid, so whatcha wanna do And where ya gonna run when your stari'n down the cable of my mic Pointed at yo grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set It's like russian roulette when you're placin' your bet So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done Cuz I'm a be the one till I jet I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately Does anybody really know the secret Or the combination for this life and where they keep it It's kinda sad when you don't know the meaning But everything happens for a reason I don't even know what i should say Cuz I'm an idiot, a loser A microphone abuser I analyze every second I exist Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist And everybody wanna run Everybody wanna hide from da gun You can dig a rat through this life if you want But you can't dig the edge off a knife (no sir) And now you want your money back But you're denied, cuz your brain's fried from the sack And there aint nothin' i could do Cuz life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately Now... I... know... why (now I know why you wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
I'm dead from all the loneliness
And this is how I feel Understanding everything has never been my deal Maybe you have crossed my path and lived inside of me Or maybe you're the reason why I'm losing all my decensy But I believe that you and me we could be So happy and free inside a world of misery And I believe that you and me we could be So inside of you inside of me cause this will be the one This could be the one This could be the one This could be the one I've been looking looking looking I've been looking for my miss right But she don't exist Chemistry is everything and we're anything but this Maybe I have crossed your path Swift you off your feet And maybe I'm the reason why you cry at night before you sleep But I believe that you and me we could be So happy and free inside a world of misery And I believe that you and me we could be So inside of you inside of me cause this will be the one This could be the one This could be the one This could be the one So what do you think We could give it a try Cause you never know Maybe we could be soulmates But maybe notor maybe so If you never try then you'll never know The grass could be greener and it'll always be greener on the other side But you just never know This could be the one I do believe that you and me we could be So happy and free inside a world of misery And I believe that you and me we could be So inside of you inside of me cause this will be the one This could be the one This could be the one This could be the one Maybe so maybe not Who knows If your alone I know why If you can hide then go hide away But I want you to stay And blow me away away I want you to stay And blow me away away If you're alone don't you cry If you can hide then go hide away I want you to stay And blow me away away I want you to stay And blow me away away Away away |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000)
(Don't Wanna Go)
I Don't wanna do this by myself Can't help to me, this ride won't last too long for me Move so long and the mileage that I gain is to touch you And leave myself a name Nobody said it was gonna be easy Nobody said you would always be lost inside Nobody said it was gonna be easy Nobody said you would always be lost (lost) |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000)
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has gotta body like me But I gotta think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play Because I play them too Oh, but I need some time off From that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor When that love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showin' you that door Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay Say please, please, please don't go away Cuz you're givin' me the blues Maybe, you might mean all the words you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to the loverboy blues Before this river becomes an ocean Before you pick my heart up off the floor When our love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a stong man baby But I'm showing you that door Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Get the fuck up! Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith - repeat to end |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000)
If only we could fly, Limp Bizkit style
John Otto, take em to the Mathew's bridge Can ya feel it, my g' g' generation, get up My g' g' generation, are you ready? Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle punk Take a look around It's limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town We download in the shockwave For all the ladies in the cave To get your groove on And maybe your the one who Flew over the cuckoo's nest Well guess who's next Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through a window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck un- till you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Hey kid, take my advice Ya don't wanna step into Abig pile of shit The captain is drunk Your world is titanic Floatin' on the funk So get your groove on And maybe I am Just a little fucked up Life's just a little fucked up Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through the window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame But do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Well I do, I do .....FLY! DJ Lethal, bring it on !!! Ooooooooooh yea, come on !!! So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Oh yea |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000)
If only we could fly, Limp Bizkit style John Otto, take em to the Mathew's bridge Can ya feel it, my g' g' generation, get up My g' g' generation, are you ready? Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle punk Take a look around It's limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town We download in the shockwave For all the ladies in the cave To get your groove on And maybe your the one who Flew over the cuckoo's nest Well guess who's next Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through a window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck un- till you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Hey kid, take my advice Ya don't wanna step into Abig pile of shit The captain is drunk Your world is titanic Floatin' on the funk So get your groove on And maybe I am Just a little fucked up Life's just a little fucked up Generation x Generation strange Sun don't even shine Through the window pane So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame Who gets the blame You get the blame And I get the blame But do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Do you think we can fly Well I do, I do .....FLY! DJ Lethal, bring it on !!! Ooooooooooh yea, come on !!! So go ahead and talk shit Talk shit about me And go ahead and talk shit About my g' g' generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation We don't, don't give a fuck and, We wont ever give a fuck UN- til you, you give a fuck about me And my generation Oh yea
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Straight out the casket, rising up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me What the fuck is this madness Pick up my bones Erase my name from off the tombstones Alive and kicking Breathin' the air Call out my name punk And I'll be there No question My suggestion to the action Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin with me You're messin' with the best Bleow, you're takin' to shots to the chest 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead You can't disrespect it I'm the resurrected Back from the dead Just to mess with your head I'll stress what I said But I won't repeat it If you've got a cold, starve it If you've got a fever, feed it And if you can't feed it Then why not blow You might be positive And not even know I rock the hardcore From the floor to the ceilin' I give sexual healin' I'll get your girlie squealin' Like a pig My grave's somethin' you can never dig I'll rock a mausoleum Backyard a colosseum 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Skip the autopsy 'Cause I never O.D.'d I only puff boom kid I never get skeed I don't sniff or shoot up Rip I'll stick my boot up Your ass quick fast Everlast don't jive Just like Pearl Jam I'm still Alive[sample of "Rumors" by Timex Social Club] Spreadin' like tumors Gossip and lies Exaggerated reports of my demise And if you believed 'em Well then you got gassed The media deceived em' Just like in the past 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead Like Steven Segal I'm hard to kill And like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill I'll beat ya down with my mic Kick your ass with my Nike Bust ya in the eye If ya tell another lie Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Thinkin' I'm dead You must be smokin' dust Come see me bust in the flesh It's a must 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Back from the dead(fade) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Ladies and Gentlemen (2x)
Here's the new shit I'm on We can all get along But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead Put out ya freakin head That's how I do Because I'm sick like dat And you'll get kicked like dat If ya fakin' the funk I got a trunk full of beats And a head full of rhymes I got stains on my sheets From all the good times That I spent with ya Hookers Some were good lookers And some were just stunts After too many blunts Ya got ya arm around ya girl But don't make me laugh kid Gettin steam pressured Your girl's schemin' on the grafted Jail faced Celt Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit I don't care... It's the return of the livin dead Put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin' Ask any girl I'm stickin Back once again I never shot the heroin Or hit the glass pipe Ass wipe Stop the rumor I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon I'll leave your shit all swollen Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin' The Soul Assassainator'll Get ya open like a crator I'm down with psycho vader cause I'm flava' like a plate a' Corn beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set Don't do nuthin' you'll regret Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water I'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House With the Mickey Mouse I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off Pullin' on the trigger Ain't nuthin brave But I'm a sick fucker Like a red-neck trucker And I just might buck ya down You're starin' down my barrel So ya jump around Ya try to get away But I'm too quick to pull So don't try to gas me Punk, my tank's full I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel Punk we can duel I'll take ya ass to school Then break down the lesson Here's the pop quiz I get's top billin' You can ask Iz Chorus |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Runnin' Up on Ya
Runnin up on ya The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Sinn Fein Is the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she-lach-lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya momma And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fans I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's ya wife Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my drawers And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just call it in one time for me real heavy Back in black Who's the mack Sittin' on the back Of a Cadillac It's the D motherfucker Better pass me the mic So I can rock on And drop the styles I write I like hip-hop Ya don't stop And all that I rock the freak styles And neat styles That are crazy phat, It's making me sick Punk get off my dick chorus 'Cause I'm the same motherfucker That I ever was Same motherfucker But I can't pay attention 'Cause I'm on that dust My head's not swell Kid I'm not gell Don't feed me soup Just give me the funky loop I'll rock it to the best of my ability Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility 'Cause I'm the man that's on point When I jam a funky joint I want some other over there Yo, I just don't care shit Pass the mic Then I'm gonna' tear shit Up like a peice of paper Your girl caught the vapor When I ran the caper I ain't rearranged So don't look strange I'm the same motherfucker Ain't a damn thing changed chorus 'Cause I'm hard like stone Don't play me soft And I rock rhymes frequently I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money grip Don't trip Or I'm gonna' bust that lip chorus Bustin', flippin', skippin', Just like a stone on a river Ya know I'm gonna' give her Whole lotta' flavor Criminal behavior Used to be how I made it But that shit's over rated Now I rock rhymes over funky beats I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets They say money changes people But I won't 'cause I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was chorus And ya don't quit 'Cause I'm on that dust Soul Assasins are on that dust[ha ha...] My man J. Disco is on that dust Cypress Hill is on that dust FunkDoobiest is on that dust |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Still gotta lotta love
Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Much love to my man Leone Keep rockin' them beats and gettin' parties on the floor Much love for my man Danny Boy Ever since you came in my life you helped bring me joy Much love for my man Grand Mixer-Mugs For taking me off the street and mixin' with the thugs And much love love for my man B-Real I'm glad you got rid of that steel And much love for my man Sen-Dog The crews rolling thicker than some London fog And much love for my man Steve Urkel I trust him wit' my life and with the loop from every show And much love for my brody named Justin Cause if anyone steps up I know you gonna bust 'em And much love for my man Scott Ian For bein' a really down to earth human bein' And much love to my man Guy-O Cause every day of the week he's got another fine ho And much love to my man Bronx Style You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile And much love to my man Son Doobie If I needed it again you'd sell the gun back to me And much love to my man Ralph Emms and the Tomahawk Funkster Funky like a dumpster And much love to my man Kaves, ADMoney and the Edge With family like Sister Sledge And much love to my moms and my sister and my niece And everyone out there fighting the beast And much love to the pioneers 'Cause I'm gettin' pain for rhymin' and drinkin' beers And much love to the ultra magnetic 'Cause everybody knows you never got enough credit Still gotta lot of love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Still gotta lot of love |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
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Chorus Word is Bond Pop pop pop pop Grab your chest Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole (x4) I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it And pretty soon you're open Butt naked So your ass starts to rob and steel Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal And now I'm rhymin wit Diamond D With some brand new shit for the year of '93 I got a loop on my crate And I'm duckin The way I'm rhymin on the break Till the brothers, fuck it Ya know I got the funky sound Ya still up un the air Cause last year I said jump around I'm rollin thick So I know you see me I got mad little white kids, Wishin' they could be me So dont step up Cause I'm a come out blastin' You just a quickie Punk, I'm Everlastin Chorus Now let me hear my man( my man, my man, my man) Yo It's Diamond D The psycotic, narrotic Pizza idiotic Smoke 'em Boom thats exotic With my man Everlastin' Brotha's be askin me For the Fee Kid, my name aint Sebastion Give 'em my mom's demo tapes Foam'n at the mouth Dreamin of makin papes I know your thirsty Lord have mercy I got ten acts And ya want to be the first, G Come on, dad Let me breathe yeah Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates Have dough in the pocket And sleep way past 8 I know the feelin Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin But your shit aint appealin So make haste I'll stick it to a like paste Dont sleep I got the 9 on my waist Chorus I lick shots for the Soul Assasins I lick shots fot the Diamond D I lick shots for the Everlastin And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c Yo I'm more respected My neck's protected So dont get started Just disregard it Cause I'm retarted With an agrial stubin When I see a bootleg I take my record and dupe it Scoop it Just like a news reporter I'm causin disorder Because I'm sorta' Sick of loosin money When I work so hard so if I catch ya bootleggin I'm a pull your card Chorus |
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from Limp Bizkit - Rollin' [single] (2001)
Alright partner
keep on rollin' baby You know what time it is Chocolate Starfish Keep on rollin' baby Move in now move out Thanks The Limp Bizkit 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house with them hands in the air Cause if you don't care then we don't care One two three time zoom to the 6 Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk Shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit You can't mess with the Bizkit Cause we get it on Everyday and everynight See this platnuim thing right here Well we're doin it all the time So you better get some better beats And uh get some better rhymes We got the game set So don't complain yet 24 7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers all the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mammas pimp daddies And the people rollin' in the Caddies Hey rockers hip hoppers And everybody all around the world 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' 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' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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from Limp Bizkit - Rollin' [single] (2001)
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 ain't 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 can't name em all So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I can't help but believe in these friends These bands, these tours and these places I've been I thank God, Mom
Dad Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band Without em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can Without the fans there wouldn't be no show And if that was really so then 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 Wu-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 with the demos that were cool I'm so grateful for this life of mine The ones I didn't thank I will some other time Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I've been around this world and then some Dumb ditty dumb 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 ain't it? Comin raw with no corrections Savin all perfection's for what I do with my erections So dream on! |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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