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

Balls made of
But don't hit me in the nuts
Limp in the house
You shit

Les
(Prims)
Hit me
Fire

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

Fifteen dollars, fifteen
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 to hate him

Once when I was 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 ever heard and this is how it

Even thought he sound of it is something atrocious

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

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

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

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