Limp Bizkit

Significant Other

N 2gether Now

DJ Premiere

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?

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 and 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 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

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!

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

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

So shut the fuck up!

And take that shit back

Cause all your shit's whack

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

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