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

Balls made of
But hit me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the
You shit

Les
(Prims)
Hit me
Fire

So you go
Fifteen of your earned dollars
out the window
Most piece of plastic
I've come across

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

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

Once I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
My poppy gave my 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 he sound of it is something quite atrocious

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

So did you think, you were getting
A Celine Dion
No, no, no Bucky

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

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