| Paroles: | FD: Who could be the boss, Look 'em 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 wrath, Choked up, by the
smoke in the charcoal, Lotta stamps and
brands me like a barcode, I'm dashin' all the media
strikes, to keep the
media dikes, that's reinforced me for the fight, And that alone will
keep
John Gotti on the phone, I'm tanglin' on the zone, I got the bees on the
track, Where
the fuck u at?
MM: Tical
FD: Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth
now,
MM: Shut the fuck up
FD: I'm pluggin' in them social skills, to keep my
total bills, that run a
million, the last time I checked it, thank God I'm blessed with the
mind that
I wreckin', wait until the second round then knock 'em out.
MM: They call
me big john-sta, my middle name-uh, dirty water flow, too much
for you thug, I can't stand the
flood, what up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer
Fudd, the sure shot, Mister Meth, I'm unplugged,
learn, temperatures too hot
for sun block, burn, playin with minds that get you state time,
locked behind
12 bars, from a great mine, killa bees in the club, with this
ladybug,
brought a sword to the dance floor, to cut a rug, love is love all day, till
they
no slug, and take another life in cold blood, can't feel me, till it's
your blood, murder is
tremendous, crime is endless, same shit different day,
father forgive us, they know not what
they do, all praise is due, I'm big
like easy, and big bamboo
Chorus: 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, just
shut the fuck up. (2x)
Method Man: Headstrong,
deckhorn, get right on, dead weight they dead wrong,
let's get it on, 12 rounds of throw down,
who whole crown, protect land with
full pound, limp bizkit, get around like merry-go, bust the
scenario, comin
through your stereo, why risk it, lifestyles of pro limp thinkin'
gifted,
essential vitamins and minerals delicious, word on the street is, they bit
my
thesis, knocked out they front teeth is, try to taste my, actin' like they
heard
through the grape vine, dope feedin' for the baseline, to provide by,
pharmaceuticals, hard as
nails to the cuticle, where'd you find that monster,
she beautiful, wu-tang and limp bizkit
roll on the set kick a hole in the
speaker, pull a plug and then jet
FD: Mic check,
so what's it all about, and where we gonna run, maybe we can
meet up on the sun, discretion is
advised, for the blood of virgin eyes, me
limpin' on the track with the method, so get the sun
block, you gettin' one
shot, until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got, from outta
no
where, prepare, you be blinded by the glare, I told not to stare, now you've
turned
into stone, without a microphone, but don't you forget your in the zone
MM: So shut the
fuck up
FD: and take that shit back, cause all your shit's whack
FD: When it's
weighed 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
knew that the sky was falling down, wu-tang
clan for the crown.
Chorus
MM: It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y,
1-0-3-0-4, wu-tang killa
bees, and the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T, ya'll know the time, y'all know the
rhyme it
ain't easy bein' greasy, in the world full of cleanliness and, you know all
that
other madness we gone, peace.
Scribbling: LIMP BIZKIT! METHOD MAN! R-R-ROCK THE HOUSE
Y'ALL! BRING IT ON |
