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LIMP BIZKIT >> Merchandise Links
LIMP BIZKIT
Stranded In the land of the lost Standin up I'm sideways I'm blazin up the path Runnin on the high ways of rap Choked up by the smoke and charcoal by the stamps and brands we're like a barcode I'm dashin all the media strikes I keep the media, the media As reinforcement for the fight And that alone will keep John Gotty on the phone I tangled in the zone I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? {Method Man:} Ticow {Fred:} Let me here your pigeons where your mouth now {MM:} Shut the fuck up! {Fred:} I'm pluggin in them social skills that keep my total bills At rubba million Last time I checked it Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that'll wreck it Wait until the second round to knock em out {MM:} they call me Big John Stud Middle name Mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thug I can't stand the flood Wuddup, doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd to show shot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged Learn Tempeture's too hot for sunblock Burn Playin with mine So get your state time Locked behind twelve walls from a great mind Killa bees in the club with this ladybug Brought his sword to the dance floor To cut a rug Love is love All day til they dose And take another life in cold blood Can't fail me Till it's your plug murder raciamendous Crime indentless Say shit din and day ball up and give us They know not what they do All praises due I'm big like EZ and Big Bamboo ::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com:: What's that? I didn't here you Shut the fuck up Come on, a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody in together now Shut the fuck up What? Huh? Headstrong dead kong Get it right , y'all Dead weight to dead wrong, let's get it on Twelve rounds of throwdown hoo hoo crown Protect land with whole pound Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go Bust a scenario Comin through your stereo Why risk it? Life style of the pro limp thinkin gifted Came to set you right I'm into minerals, delicious word on the street is They bit my fecies knocked out they're front teethes Tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard throught the grapevine feeling the bass line To provide rhyme Parmasuticals Hard as nails through the cuticles Where'd you find that monster? She's beautiful Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit Roll onto the set Pull a hole in the speaker, pull a plug And then get {Fred:} Mic check, so what's it all about? Where we gonna run? Maybe we can meet up on the sun discretion is advised for the blood of merchanise We're limpin' on the track with the method So get the sunblock You're gettin one shot until you dissolve I revolve Around everything you got From out of nowhere Prepare, you'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned to stone without microphone but don't you forget, you're in the zone {MM:} So shut the fuck up! {Fred:} And take that shit back Cuz all your shit's wack {MM:} doo doo with doo doo With it's weight out like that {Fred:} burnin up you're brain like a piston So all those who didn't listen Never even knew what they were missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin down Wu Tang Clan for the crown ::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com:: It was over your head All day everyday S-I-N-Y 10304 Wu Tang killer bees and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
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