Yes Millenium bizkit, ha, x to the z Yeah, ha Bringin it live to you and and gentlemen, ha, ha, ha My homeboy, yo get at 'em dog
Hook: durst You don't wanna fuck with, me 'cause a little somethin, didn't, go your way So try not to be like, that 'cause I'm a motherfucker from 'round the way We don't give a when we're rockin the place We're only givin a fuck if invadin the space So getcha, getcha on [gotta getcha groove on] Don't keep us waitin too [don't keep us waitin too long]
[fred you treat me like a toy kid Do you this Every single second I'm alive I'm a Got these laser mic checks through the genelect High tech, you on the run now wanna be that, guy Every single I'm alive, i'm, alive I, don't why I got control, full of candy in soul while Pumpin up the This is what you Another little of me inside of you 'cause you that I always keep it true (keep it true) And that's why I do just what I do Yeah, it's I do
I got delivery, no time for chivalry ability, shit longevity Dig in your soul and find yourself 'cause mind control can turn y'all to someone So fast, your head'll spin the fuck right off Me and about to go half on microsoft Me and limp burnin twenty Your little half ass direct ain't even makin a dent an event, all hell xzibit and limp As we to bring home the championship It's all in the wrists I still leave the league an Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking while I'm takin a piss,
I got untapped material, I serial shit Gimme the shit, x finish 'em all quick Makin your jaw when I'm touchin the mosh pit Constant conflict, knockin faggots Nauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the Got I can lay down that lift they plates So quit to invade my space Before I call for a face to face, and gotta rest my like...
is how we do it Just recognize we keep gettin to it Lookin through these eyes, look into these And see the size of the flame Then you despise the size of my game Step the fuck back, on the track You should've up before your head hit the dash You gotta hate that, a from an eight track Brought me to a place, platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch
to end
[xzibit over Limp ladies and gentlemen C'mon! yeah! Takin this shit over for 2000, 2001 bizkit, mr. x to the z, xzibit Kickin a mudhole in you bitch ass Yeah! ha! it don't what, it never stop huh this! huh Yeah, yeah, R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah,