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

Balls made of
But hit me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the
You ain't

Les
(Prims)
Hit me
cracker

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

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

Fred Durst, the man, the
The compulsive
You him, you hate him
You to hate him

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

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

Even thought he sound of it is something quite

Ah, those were the
I know
You got any more of

So what did you think, you getting
A Dion record?
No, no, no Bucky

You laughed, you
You just kissed your fifteen goodbye
Limp Bizkit? I think so
Fred Durst? I know
But the hell, I got paid
now

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