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You wanted the worst, you've got the
The one, the only Limp
We could've stopped, you wanted the
Then don't get the fuckin' Boys CD
'Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking

made of steel
But don't hit me in the though
Limp Bizkit's in the
You ain't

Les
(Prims)
Hit me
cracker

So you go
Fifteen of your hard dollars
Right out the
expensive piece of plastic
I've ever come

dollars, fifteen dollars
On a piece of plastic
There is it, Bizkit in all its glory

Durst, the man, the myth
The masturbatory
You love him, you him
You to hate him

Once when I was to speak, when I was just a lad
My poppy gave my nose a and told me I was bad
Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my nose

The biggest word, you've ever heard and this is how it goes

Even thought he sound of it is quite atrocious

Ah, those the days
I don't
You got any more of

So what did you think, you were
A Celine record?
No, no, no Bucky

You laughed, you
You just kissed fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit? I don't so
Fred Durst? I don't
But what the hell, I got
now

Rock the
DJ rock the house
Limp Bizkit rock the
DJ Lethal rock the