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

made of steel
But hit me in the nuts though
Bizkit's in the house
You shit

Les
(Prims)
Hit me
Fire

So you go
Fifteen of hard earned dollars
Right out the
Most expensive piece of
I've ever across

Fifteen dollars, fifteen
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 love to him

Once I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
My poppy my nose a tweak and told me I was bad
Then I a brilliant word, saved my aching nose

The biggest word, that you've heard and this is how it goes

Even thought he sound of it is quite atrocious

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

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

You laughed, you
You just your fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp I don't think so
Fred Durst? I know
But the hell, I got paid
now

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