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N 2 GETHER NOW

D.J...Premier

Who could be the boss?
Hook em to the cross. Stranded,
In the land of the lost.
Standin up, I'm sideways.
I'm blazin up the path on and off the highways a rap.
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal.
Lotta stamps and brands, we like a bar code.
I'm dashin all the media strikes that keep the media dykes...
As reinforcement for the fight.
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone.
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the Bees on the track.
Where the fuck you at? Tical!
Lemme hear you pigeons run your mouth now. Shut the fuck up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills that keep my total bills
Above a million the 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.

They call me Big John Stud, my middle name Mud.
Dirty water flow, too much for you, thugs
That can't stand the flood. What up doc?
Hold big guns like Elmer Fudd the show stop.
Mister met I'm unplugged, learn.
Temperature's too hot for sunblock, burn.
Playin with minds'll get you stay time.
Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine.
Killa Bees in the club with this ladybug.
Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut 'er up...love is love.
All day till they throw slug, and take another life in cold blood.
Can't feel me? Till it's yo blood.
Murder is tremendous, crime is endless.
Same shit everyday, Father, forgive us.
They know not what they do, all praise is due.
I'm big like E-Z, ya big bamboo.

What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up!
Come on, a little louder. Shut the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 Gether now. Shut the fuck up!
Wha? Shut the fuck up!
Huh? Just shut the fuck up!
What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up!
Come on, a little louder. Shut the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 Gether now. Shut the fuck up!
Wha? Shut the fuck up!
Huh? Just shut the fuck up!

Head strong, deckhorn, dead right, dawg.
Dead weight, they're dead wrong, let's get it on.
12 rounds of throw-down, who hold crown.
Protect land with 4-pound, Limp Bizkit.
Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario.
Comin through your stereo. Aaaah! Why risk it?
Lifestyles of the pro Limp thinkin gifted.
Aint essential vitamins and minerals delicious?
Word on the street is...they bit my thesis.
Knocked out they front teefes. Tryin to taste mine.
Actin like they heard through the grapevine.
Dope-fiendin for the base line. Tube of eyebrow{???}
Pharmecuticals, hard as nails on the cubical.
Where'd you find that monster? She beautiful.
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) roll on the set.
Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, and inject.

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 virgin eyes. <><><><(Thank you, Shea) We're limpin on the track with the Method, so get the sunblock. (Sunblock, haha) You're gettin one shot. Until you dissolve, I revolve around everything you got. From outta nowhere, be fair, you be blinded by the glare. I told you not to stare, now you're turned into stone. Without a microphone, but don't you forget you're in the zone. So shut the fuck up! And take that shit back, cuz all your shit's wack. Dil-dil with dil-dil. When it's weighed out like that. Burnin up your 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. What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on, a little louder. Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now. Shut the fuck up! Wha? Shut the fuck up! Huh? Just shut the fuck up! What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on, a little louder. Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now. Shut the fuck up! Wha? Shut the fuck up! Huh? Just shut the fuck up! It was over your head, all day every day. S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4, Wu-Tang Killa Bees. And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-Ts. Y'all know the time, y'all know the rhyme. It aint easy bein greasy. In a world fulla cleanliness and, you know all that other madness we gone. Peace. TRUST? You know I see right through you! (Through you) You act like you don't know me! (Know me) You lie! You cheat! You steal! You lose! (Lose) Wouldn't wanna be in your shoes. (So buckle up) Always lookin over your shoulder! (Shoulder) For the ones you stick (stick), you sick little prick! (Prick) It looks like your time's runnin out! (Ooh) Creepin up your back, so what you all about?! I'M too fuckin GOOD and fuckin PROUD!! I'm gonna show you HOW bad it hurts to be a CLOWN!! I'M too fuckin GOOD and fuckin PROUD!! I'm gonna show you HOW bad it hurts to be a CLOWN!! You're the kinda guy with two faces! (Faces) Just another life that's wasted! (Wasted) Here's a little fact (fact), you do me like that (that), End up in the back of my trunk in a sack. You'd better keep your hands off (what?), What's mine and anybody else's! (Else's) You selfish! (Selfish) Your wealth is (wealth is) All you crave (crave)...from the cradle to the grave! I'M too fuckin GOOD and fuckin PROUD!! I'm gonna show you HOW bad it hurts to be a CLOWN!! I'M too fuckin GOOD and fuckin PROUD!! I'm gonna show you HOW bad it hurts to be a CLOWN!! I got a little bitty question... Just what the fuck are you thinkin? You think you're all that and then some? Well you're not. I think you're dum-diddy-dumb. I take it back (back), those thoughts are really wack. (Wack) Don't really need that kinda charma on the track. Maybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream and... Burn you like a demon...leave your ass screamin. To be exact (xact), I wanted to react. (Act) Mission of attack (tack), you have us gettin cracked. But you're a human bein, it's lucky to be breathin. And that's that...that's that. I don't trust nobody (nobody) Cuz nobody trusts me. I'm never gonna trust anybody (gonna trust anybody). And that's the way it's gonna be. I don't trust nobody (nobody) Cuz nobody trusts me. I'm never gonna trust anybody (gonna trust anybody). AND THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE!!! I DON'T TRUST NOBODY! CUZ NOBODY TRUSTS ME! I'M NEVER GONNA TRUST ANYBODY! AND THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE!! I DON'T TRUST NOBODY! CUZ NOBODY TRUSTS ME! I'M NEVER GONNA TRUST ANYBODY! AND THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE!! I'M too fuckin GOOD and fuckin PROUD!! I'm gonna show you HOW bad it hurts to be a CLOWN!! I'M too fuckin GOOD and fuckin PROUD!! I'm gonna show you HOW bad it hurts to be a CLOWN!! NO SEX Went too fast, way too soon. I feel disgusted and you should too. It's no good when all that's left is the sex. The sex. Sex has become all I know about you. Memories of those filthy things that we do. There's not one single thought that is left. After sex with you. I shoulda left my pants on this time. But, instead, you had to let me dive right in. I shoulda left my pants on this time. But you let me dive right- You let me dive right in. Wait... It's my ass, and your perfume. That make temptation hard to refuse. So I guess...we undressed...to have sex. Dirty sex. Sex has become all I know about you. Memories of those filthy things that we do. There's not one single thought that is left. After sex with you. I shoulda left my pants on this time. But, instead, you had to let me dive right in. I shoulda left my pants on this time. But you let me dive right- You let me dive right in. How could you respect yourself? You couldn't respect yourself. I didn't respect myself. How could I respect myself? I've realized that I'm worth more than that. I realized that I'm worth more than that. I realized that I'm worth more than that. I REALIZED THAT I MEAN MORE THAN THA-----T!!! I shoulda left my pants on this time. (MORE THAN THAT!) But, instead, you had to let me dive right in. (MORE THAN THAT!) I shoulda left my pants on this time. (MORE THAN THA-----T!!!) But you let me dive right- You let me dive right in. SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco? I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell Got lost in Boston lookin for the tea party Met a child molester in Worchester Need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin Phoenix I get silly when I play in Philly Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy And I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in Cleveland Found my lucky coin in Des Moine And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena We get the swing from new Orleans Ft worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA What can I say, I can't name em all So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I can't help but believe in these friends These bands, these tours and these places I've been I thank God, Mom & Dad Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band Without em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can Without the fans there wouldn't be no show And if that was really so then life would really blow To the firm, you always got my back. Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracks My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great Scott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody can Wu-Tang Clan skills from the Method The worlds best MC kills on this record Slim Shady, crazy ass cracker Staind, a brand new drug for your brain Les Claypool, for actin like a fool and all of the bands with the demos that were cool I'm so grateful for this life of mine The ones I didn't thank I will some other time Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I've been around this world and then some Dumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from? I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious An MC with bad habits I am I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it? Comin raw with no corrections Savin all perfection's for what I do with my erections So dream on! A LESSON LEARNED This pain in my stomach...won't go away. I assume this is punishment for all the mistakes I've made. In a world where my actions...speak louder than words. In a world where my actions...speak louder than words. I know more people than ever before! One lesson I've learned from it all... Fortune and fame are disguised as your friends, Cuz I'm lonlier now than I've ever been. Cuz this pain in my stomach...won't go away. I assume this is punishment for all the mistakes I've made. In a world where my actions...speak louder than words. In a world where my ac-tions...speak louder than words. I know more people than ever before! One lesson I've learned from it all... Fortune and fame are disguised as your friends, Cuz I'm lonlier now than I've...ever been. OUTRO You wanted the worst? You got the worst. The one, the only... Limp Bizkit. You can push stop. You can push stop. You wanted the best?! Then go get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD. Cuz in this house, it's Limp, motherfuckin, Bizkit. Balls made of steel. Balls made of steel. But don't kick me in the nuts, though. Limp Bizkit's in the house! Limp Bizkit's in the house! Limp Bizkit's in the house! Limp Bizkit's in the house! And you aint shit. Ha ha ha ha. You aint SHIT!!! Ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA YOU AIN'T SHIT MOTHERFUCKER! YOU SUCK!!! Hey, it's the bald man, and I'm here to tell you why the new Limp Bizkit album's so important. That's because CD's like this will spare you from all the chart-toppin, teenie-boppin, disposable, happy horse shit that brings up the bile from the back of my neck. I have no time or tolerance for all shitty wack acts like that. I wouldn't piss on their CD's to put out a fire. And I'm tired off all those lame-ass, tame-ass, pre- fabricated, sorry excuses for singers and musicians who don't even write their own songs! What the world needs now is a musical revolution. We need some rock, we need somethin ass- boss. We need something with substance, with depth, somethin with soul, some edge, some passion, some power! SHIT, if it's gonna be mellow, FUCK, MAN, it better have somethin, it better mean somethin! I'm tellin you, you gotta hit em with somethin hard. You gotta stick em with somethin limp, like Limp Bizkit. I'm so fuckin tired of this shit that I'm hearin on the radio. RADIO SUCKS!! The same fuckin songs over and over again, all the week ones, all that disposable crap that isn't gonna matter in three months, its just SHIT. (Hey, Matt, calm down) It's crap, Fred. Fred, I'm tellin you, there's nothin but shit goin on and we need some new music. (But, well, what about Limp Bizkit?) Limp Bizkit is fuckin cool, you guys are cool, the new records great, but FUCK ALL THAT OTHER SHIT!!! I'm so sick of all that week shit that's takin space on the charts (hey, Matt, calm down, man). Fuck this shit, I'm outta here. (Fuck, dude. Fuckin Pinfield is pissed. Oh man I gotta go find that bald bastard. Hey Matt!) Hit me! Firecracker. So there you go...fifteen of your hard- earned dollars right out the window. Most expensive piece of plastic I've ever come across. Fifteen dollars...Fifteen dollars on a shiny piece of plastic. There it is...Limp Bizkit, in all it's glory. Fred Durst, the man, the myth...the compulsive masturbater. You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him. Hello? Ha ha! Once, when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad. My poppy gave my nose a tweek, and told me I was bad. And then I learned a brilliant word, that saved my achin nose. The biggest word you've ever heard, and this is how it goes..."Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious. "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" Ahh, those were the days. I dunno. You got any more of that..ah..shmokeable {???} So what did you think you were gettin that Celine Dion record? No, no, no, young buckey. You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye. Limp Bizkit? I dont' think so. Fred Durst?! I dunno, but what the hell? I got paid. Good-bye now.>

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