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Oh, let me hit that, let me get that party song.
Let me turn this place into another motherfuckin' danger zone. Oh, where the good ones? Where the good ones at right now yo? We gonna talk this shit till we got this bitch rockin' on the rockship, no shit. No hell, no way, I'm gonna chop this rock like blocks of clay. I'm' gonan sink your ship so fast, one blast, don't ask, your ass is grass. No red no green, Imma' paint this black and crack your spleen. Commin' stright from the dark Imma' shark, Imma' rip your shit like a slasher scene. Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Remember all them 90's things, them 90's hits we laced like this. Commin' to you live 2012 and hell there's still no shit like this. We still rain the blood in the club like Slayer flip it up like Limp Bizkit. Tie you up to electric chairs and roast yours guts like nuts on Christmas. Never worry if anybody gonna like me. Don't give a damn if anybody give a fuck. I'm gonna say what I want you can look it up. Wikipedia probably gonna fuck it up. I don't give a damn, cuz' it's on. Most people never last this long. Most people never find a way but We gonna rock this motherfucker all night long. Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! |
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Waking up aggravated
Stupid shit man I hate it B*tches lying b*tches crying Suicidal get in line Gettin' mine bouncin' freaks Loosing sleep countin' sheep Absolute cash and loot Men in black packin' heat Born and blazing rotten raising Fingers up time to waive ‘em Show these players playin' that they better get their ass to prayin' There won’t be nothing but dice after the cut in the gut I am not like ‘em they're gonna wish they never pushed my button The door is shutting and a knife will do you no good You gettin' nothing while I rock here in Hollywood I’ll tell you something else you can take it to the bank I don’t give a f*ck what none of y’all people think Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Feeling Korn going blind Free as hell doing time I’m insane can’t complain Flush you turds down the drain Down the hatch throwing craps Throwing matches on the gas Check the match, check the will Check the ride, paying bills Burning mouths wanna smile If you’re feeling versatile Versus why flipping b*tches Grinding trucks skating ditches Hating all the Harley hating knife is slicing shit like bacon Sick and tired you is fired I’m the truth and you’s the liar The door is shutting and a knife will do you no good You getting nothing while I rock here in Hollywood I’ll tell you something else you can take it to the bank I don’t give a f*ck what none y’all people think Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Oh ya listen what I’m tellin' you (I’m tellin' you) There’s only one king on this hill it sure as hell ain’t you [x2] Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra |
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Another one of those days
Feelin like a shovel With a lot of shit in the way Gonna clear me a path Right to the culprit Straight to your fucked up past This ain't about rage It's about disrespect You shoulda thought about that Before your track went flat Homie what the deal? Why you talkin' shit like that? I've had enough drama I don't need a chump Talkin' that trash in pajamas Heated up like a sauna Time to pay the piper I ain't givin' hope like Obama I'm spittin out flames Better hit the deck I'ma mic check them games You don't need a new coach You need a new neck Hoarse (of course?) I connect with your throat Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap Check 1-2 I ain't even through Givin you grief Put another stain on your teeth Back up on your feet Call in the rescue Better get the whole damn fleet This attack ain't stealth It's worldwide Homicide bad for your health what I'm goin straight for the gut Closin them minds Sewin them lips straight shut Go ahead put it on me Show me what you got Why you get robbed like a zombie It's a one man army Puff Puff give Watch em get smoked like a cig You heard of Freedy Kruger? I'm kinda like that With a red cap and a Ruger Still slingin it to ya Microphone hustla Bad motha fucka Screw ya. Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap |
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| 4:54 |
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Check it out, its the outlaw white dog
Often called by my alias 'polar bear' Brain tied like the S & M freak shit Cold like the ice your servin up my drinks with Stick shift, fuck the automatic Rollin up in third gear guess its just a habbit And all you freaky bitches reachin out to grab it Dont hesitate cos you can have it. im a stab it Demolishon came to crush the mission Just in time for you maniacs to listen And it aint nothin, cos I dont take it serious My flow is cold like the weather in Siberia I keep your head bobbin, like a novelty And all them turkey MC's wanna gobble me But im a shark in my underground fish tank And I dont give a shit what those muthafuckers think B-Boy with a taste for the metal A taste for a fine rhyme and I aint gonna settle If you dont like it you can scratch it from these nuts bitch Polar bear aint a cracker you should fuck with Boogaloo shinin like a diamond Momma went and bought the kid a mic now he's rhymin And now he's hated cos everybody played it But they just hatin cos this muthafucka made it Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Ah hell, let me tone it down Pour me up a another double shot of the crown Get this party hoppin when I step into your town I came to boogie down cos I dont give a fuck I dont ride in limos cos limos make me car sick I aint goin out like that dancin with the stars shit I dont wait in line cos Im always on the guest list Anywhere I go always leavin with the best bitch And all my boys get the pick of the litter That girl you came with I suggest you forget her North Carolina, its my home land Im home grown, just a kakalaky mofo A redneck who never had a dollar Now im makin people all around the world holler And now I'm hated cos everybody played it But they just hatin cos this muthafucka made it Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Dont let the world bring you down, Down Dont let the world bring you down, Down Polar bear, bustin up the endone Make a sucker jump straight out the window Keep it get low kid thats for shit flow Like an asshole, bitch its official Polar bear, bustin up the endone Make a sucker jump straight out the window Keep it get low kid thats for shit flow Like an asshole, bitch its official BRING IT ON Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on |
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| 4:33 |
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What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! My nose is running like me from the police It's been three weeks and I ain't got no sleep Now I'm chilling where the players and the hoes be, With two broke hands trying to roll weed Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You might maybe know a lot of things, baby, not this! And I'll do it all again for you, watch this, As I limp my ass back to the cockpit Now start it up, let the engine roll And all the people in the moshpit scream for more! (Yeah!) You scream for more! (Yeah!) And light it up Cuz the way we live our lives seems right to us Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! Woke up in the morning in the county jail, And I can't remember yesterday that well! Hell I, can't remember when I slept that well, I told this girl I've been fucked and get my belt. Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You probably heard it all before, baby, not this! Hear is the shout to you ladies with the hot tits Courtesy of Limp Bizkit on some rock shit (C'mon) Now here we go, (C'mon) start it up! Should I remind you motherfuckers that I don't give a fuck (Hell no) I never have, (Hell yea) I never will And I will always understand how the haters feel Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody's got one! [Solo Wes] Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship |
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One for the trouble
Two for the bass Three to get ready Let's rock this place (YEAH, GET UP, check one) Hooded black Dropping vengeance upon your back Cause you ain't jack Talking smack Consequences the game reacts With a pain attack Trim the fat Go the distance the Bizkit back You get no slack Spray the gat Pack the clip with the riff attack Fade the black You're feeling like you're really that invincible Reality will leave you feeling terrible This moment is past the point of critical Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up What's the problem You got problems You ain't seen to got the brain to solve them Bring the horror I ain't scared You's about as scary as a freak at a fair You ain't hard you think you is You just mad because I speak like this You just crying cause you ain't go milk Got nothing to spill while this mic's on tilt You're feeling like you're really that invincible Reality will leave you feeling terrible This moment is past the point of critical Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up What's with this talk and no play (Talk and no play) There ain't nothing left to say (Nothing left to say) Lie in that bed that you made (Lie in that bed that you made) After we blow you away (After we blow you away) What's with this talk and no play (Talk and no play) There ain't nothing left to say (Nothing left to say) Lie in that bed that you made (Lie in that bed that you made) After we blow you away Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up |
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Down in a hole there are so many ways
To find yourself some light It's always the miracles Keep waiting all you like Ain't got no time to waste I know the end is near And if i run away I'll always end up here Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need I can't escape the tragedy That always brings me down If i could eliminate Those things that make me frown Take all the baggage That follows me around And just disintegrate Burn it to the ground Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need |
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| 4:54 |
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I'm a loser yes it's true
Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Check it out Back in the days there was ways I was movin on guns all ablaze Pullin on the past like I do Still can't forgive all the abuse That aint no way to rise from the crib Still runnin hard from the shit Why you wanna push my buttons? Makin sure that I feel nothin? Do you really think you need to remind me Everytime every single second that I'm alive Just to make yourself feel better? I don't think so I just wanna do it all right Find me better place in this life We bring out the worst in each other That aint no way to love one another I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back. I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Check it out Do you remember when we both used to be so in love for eternity? All the promises that we made All our friends said we had it made Yeah, there were times we were rough Times we were down, world spinnin round Everybody goes through a brawl But me and you could crash through it all We were both lions in a cage We were both livin through the rage We were still afraid and we both had everything but didn't have it made I'm really feelin bad that we both gonna have to say goodbye now (Goodbye) But it is what it is baby I'm gonna have to take a time out (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) [SOLO WES] I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Goodbye! I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you [ Autotunage Intro ] |
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| 5:00 |
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John Otto! Break it on down!
That's right! Ladies and gentleman! Once again... Limp Bizkit! (Gold Cobra) Pour it up Let me get a shot of that I'm rollin this shit straight through ya Tell me what ya gonna do about that. We gonna light this place up Light it up like a fire in the sky, yeah Somebody better call the cops Somebody better call the cops, yo All the women in the back give me one scream All the women in the front give me one scream All the women in the house tell me what you want Imma give it to you baby tell me what you want It don't matter what you need Imma give it to ya It don't matter what you want Imma give it to ya We gonna rock until the sun comes up We gonna rock until the motherfuckin sun comes up Oh yea, Let me see them Oh yea, Let me see them hands Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor My mind is blown Please tell me that your mind is blown Ain't ever heard something like this before I know it's on Go get your girlfriend Go get her girl, lets get it on Cause Imma rock this party until the break of dawn Who the hell you foolin? Who the hell talkin' that shit? It don't matter cause we gonna take three shots After that baby you can tell me what it is You can tell me what you want You can tell me what you need You can tell me everything you wanna see It don't matter in the world of make believe It's only you and me, it's only you and me Oh yea, Let me see them Oh yea, Let me see them hands Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor OHHH! Yeah! Motherfucker. Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor |
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Hold up, let me see your bottles up.
We the band with the brand and we blowin up. This's goin out to the people who don't give a fuck. Time to throw a little party, who's showin up? Draggin swifties from the house to the front lawn. Start it up at dusk, wrap it up about dawn. All you ladys feelin crazy, time to get it on! Ain't invitin any fellas, they can stay at home! Lethal rockin on the tables, droppin all the funk. Sammy got the quarter, pourin drinks from his trunk. Otto got the fire goin woman up the buns. Wes is dressed up like an alien, we havin fun! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! We got this party goin harder than a motherfucker! All these naked ladies makin out with one another. Playboy Bunnies on the roof in the mini-skirts. I'm lookin up and what I'm seein then, it really hurts. My brother Corey D. is paintin up a couple bodies. You ain't never seen a party with this many hotties! I just hear to Paul Wall and he's comin now. Reakwon is on the mic and he's buggin out! Corey Taylor got a harem chasin him around. We ain't slippin with his knot, then we goin down. But it doesn't got this lovin comin at me. Ain't nothin new caus I'm rollin with the LB! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. |
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Oh no, guess who's back
Trapped with the flow like a gatlin blow Walk with the Limp is the pirate pimp On a nightmare track when the smackdown go Stop with the psycho, vibrate, hybrid Ninnies get plucked from your eye lid Get that? Y'all better come quick, better come fast I'mma drop a match in ya gas BOOM Every hit don't lie Pitch you a fit when your shit don't fly Eat you alive, got that punk? Spit this fire to the Bizkit funk Uno, dos, tres in ya face Catch me a case when you run from the ghost, with a cut in the clip, one little slip The alligator grip gonna turn you to toast So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Round 2, stagger to your feet Homies in ya corner thought ya done with the sleep This one oughta do it, so step it on back Or you can see the stars when ya knocked out flat I'mma tell ya something, ya probably never knew Tangle with the lion you gon' end up in the zoo Check out all ya crew lookin in my cage It's feedin' time player I'mma eat you like a plague Times are gettin' tough but I ain't had enough This heavy metal beatin' on ya brain is gonna crush Oh what a rush, like a million women Sour on the crush with all of you lemons [wrong! The band changed this line in the final version of this song!] Maybe I'm explicit but man it's just The Bizkit Having me some fun with you dumb little tricklets You know who you are, you insecure gorillas The underdog Freddy D now became ya killa So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry oh yeah I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry |
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There's a motherfucking killer on the loose
And he'll destroy every single one of you You better watch it cause he's looking for your ass now Better lock all your doors and shut the house down He's making a list and he's checking it twice He was born pissed and he's ready to slice His reality ain't like yours or mine He can shed blood I hope it ain't mine He don't give a fuck if your crying for help He was born blind in the chambers of hell Satan gave his homeboy a license to kill And if he comes knocking I'm going to show him the deal What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to find the killer in you He's got a trunk full of hatches and shit Bombs, gasoline, matches and shit Anything to make a human die quick Creeping in the night like some superfly shit So scandalous and everything about him is wrong Chainsaw starting up at the crack of dawn Leatherface is a pussy he don't compare He'll have you shitting in your motherfucking underwear All your homies coming hard better get a grip He'll kill your wife and your baby sleeping in the crib We got to stop and shut this motherfucker down Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to go and find the killer in you Lay that motherfucker on the curb Let's find the killer in you Show that motherfucker the deal And now it's real And now it's real Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to go and find the killer in you |
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