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| Pete and Tim's page for Jerks and their Mothers (Lyrics to Rollin' by Limp Bizkit) |
| Alright partner Partner? Uh... Alright, Tex. Let's get this musical rodeo started! Yeee Haw! Keep on rollin' baby And so Limp Bizkit's new single begins. It's country twang still ringing in my ears I couldn't help thinking, "What the hell does keep on rollin' mean?" This line "Keep on rollin'" shows up nearly 25 times in this song. What is Limp Bizkit trying to tells us with this repetition? You know what time it is Throw your hands up Ahhh, and so begins the rap grafting. Throw your hands up, the line that is used in every rap ever written. You know what time it is? Yeah, it's time to get ill. I mean it. This song should be in the ICU. Prepare to be illin', yo. Ladies and gentlemen Chocolate Starfish Great line Limp Bizkit. Ladies and Gentlemen, Chocolate Starfish... That's deep. Throw your hands up in the air if you think Limp Bizkit just doesn't care. Whoop, Whoop. Keep on rolling baby Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Who's singing this part of the song, Richard Simmons? Is this some sort of exercise song now? Limp Bizkit's Groovin' to Hip-Hop Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Come on! Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Yeah Now I know y'all be lovin' this s*** right here L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here People in the house put them hands in the air Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care 1 2 3 times two to the six Jolts in for your fix with the Limp Bizkit mix I'm not quite sure what this is supposed to mean, but I'd LIKE it to mean that Limp Bizcuit will soon be dead, and only a Frankenstein-style Jolt will revive their decrepid carcasses. So where the f*** you at? Punk, shut the f*** up And back the f*** up While we f*** this track up Yeah, and where have I heard this before? "SLAM! Dup da dup. Dup da dup." Onyx is here! Throw your hands up Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now This might be the rap-metal version of the Hokey Pokey! You move your M*** F***in' hand in, you move your M*** F***in' hand out.... Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Come on Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Yeah The artist here is definitely trying to tell us something. What could it be? Let's plunge, shall we? Rollin' could mean A) rollin' a fat dubie, yo. B) Rollin' down the river [for CCR fans] C) Rollin' around in the anti-art piss that is Limp Bizcuit. You make the call. You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah) You cant mess with Limp Bizkit (why?) Because we get it on (when?) Every day and every night (oh) See this platinum thing right here? (uh huh) Well we're doing it all the time (what?) Any band proud enough of their platinum album to sing about it needs to be trampled by their lecherous fans. BOOOooooo! So you'd better get some better beats And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh!) We got the gang set So don't complain yet Too late. WAAAY too late. 24/7 never begging for a raincheck Old school soldiers passing up the hot s*** Hmm... So now Limp Bizcuit are "Old School Soldiers?" Is that why they're always shouting out to Grandmaster Flash and LL Cool J? Oh wait... no they aren't. Maybe by "Old School Soldiers," they're comparing themselves to those whiny, sniveling military soldiers from wars of long ago. You know the type... "Grandpa, PLEASE don't tell us about Iwo Jima again!" I can just hear Fred Durst talking to his grandkids; "When I was your age I had to survive off of writing goofy, repetative lyrics to innane songs! And I NEVER begged for a raincheck!!" That rock s*** And bounce in the mosh pit Throw your hands up Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now I'm going to reach over to this big "STOP" button on my CD Player, and... Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Come on Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Yeah (Keep rollin' in our putrid scum, Yeah) Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a f*** All the lovers All the haters And all the people that call themselves players Hot mommas Oedipus complex, anyone? Pimp daddies And the people rolling up in caddies Hey rockers Hip hoppers And everybody all around the world Yes, yes, yes, we know the rest. I tell you what, Limpy. Tim and Pete will give you $12 to roll yourself over to the local pub and get an early start on your wasted life after MTV drops you. |
| Now, I am not a big fan of this new rap-rock hybrid. In fact I hate it. Well, I hate most of it. I like Rage, because they were doing it BEFORE it was cool.* Not only that, Rage does it better than anyone else. But does Rage Against the Machine get the respect it deserves? No, Kid Rock and Limp Bikit hog all the lime light. This makes me so mad. Look at these lyrics. These are lyrics to a hit song. I know what your thinking, and I'm thinging the same thing, "Was this song written by taking old rap lyrics and grafting them together in an attempt to look original?" |
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| * Pete hates communists, though. |