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

made of steel
But don't hit me in the though
Bizkit's in the house
You ain't

Les
(Prims)
Hit me
cracker

So you go
Fifteen of your earned dollars
Right out the
Most expensive of plastic
I've ever come

dollars, fifteen dollars
On a shoddy of plastic
There is it, Bizkit in all its glory

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

Once when I was 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 ever heard and this is how it goes

Even thought he sound of it is something quite

Ah, those the days
I don't
You got any of that

So what did you think, you were
A Celine record?
No, no, no Young

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

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