| | THREE DOLLAR BILL, YALL$ | | | |  | Intro |  | | |
Use your vehicle of salvation my brothers. Go buy a gun,
And go give your gun to Jesus and say Jesus
You go kill the deciples of Satan and you kill the nazis Jesus.
Gimme an amen. (Amen!)
Gimme a hallelujah brother! (Hallelujah!)
Feel the pain of sweet Jesus!
Gimme another amen! (Amen!)
Gimme another! (Amen!)
You've gotta kill the noise!
You've gotta kill the pollution of Satan brother!
Gimme a hallelujah! (Hallelujah!)
Have you been healed? Have you been saved?
Has it happened to you my brother? Thank the lord!
Praise the lord! I love Jesus!
I love Jesus!
Kill the pollution!
Pollution!
| |  | |  | | | | Pollution | | | |
Uh, come on fool.
Yeaahh!
Ah, ah, got that shit.
Straight comin' at ya.
To criticize is critical when diggin' on my concept
Rhythms keep on buildin' like a smog.
Gotcha' runnin' from tha' law.
Maybe it's that low end smothered with tha' free-style.
Maybe it's tha' thought of being on the bottom of tha' pile.
Styles piled to the sky lines.
Keep 'em on the sidelines
Chokin' on my fly rhymes.
You need tha' heimlich maneuver.
This ain't no joke.
You're gonna choke
When I'm singin' it to ya'.
When do you decide? (you decide)
Then then you can know in your mind. (you decide)
When do you decide?
I'll probably never understand!
Pollution!!
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear!
Pollution!!
I keep tha' grip real tight on the mic when I spill!
Pollution!!
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear!
Pollution!!
I keep tha' grip real tight.
Breaker breaker 1-9 spittin' out that skill.
Suicidal punk lemme know you're real.
I'm walkin' on a thin line with a sticky bass line.
Now you're stuck with tha' flow runnin' through your mind.
So if you're crossin' over, let me know you're real.
With them flecks on your neck, now you got the feel.
I rumble like tha' thunder.
This time you're goin' under.
Lemme know then, what the fuck is even going down? (down, down, down)
I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain.
I can't refrain from bringin' on the pain.
When do you decide? (when did you decide)
To be narrow in your mind. (when did you decide)
When do you decide!?
I'll probably never understand!
Pollution!!
You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear!
Pollution!!
I keep the grip tight on tha' mic when I spill!
Pollution!!
You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear!
Pollution!!
I keep tha' grip real tight, oh.
That's it, that's it.
Somebody told me to turn down that volume.
I'm gonna bring that beat back.
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass,
I'm gonna bring that beat back.
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal,
I'm gonna bring that back.
And when they tell us to shut tha' fuck up!
I'M GONNA BRING THAT BEAT BACK!!
Yeah, gonna bring that beat back!
Woah, gonna bring that beat back!
Wahh, gonna bring that beat back!
You, you, you said, "Bring that beat back!"
When do you decide?
Then then you can know in your mind.
When do you decide!!?
I'll probably never understand!
Pollution!!
You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear!
Pollution!!
I keep the grip tight on tha' mic when I spill!
Pollution!!
You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear!
Pollution!!
Gonna bring that beat back!
We're gonna bring that beat back. (Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it!)
I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back, bring that beat back, beat back, bring that beat back, bring that!
So shut tha f.....
Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, etc... (Fred, shut up alright. This is me tellin' you to shut up)
Bring that fuckin' beat back! (Shut up!) you sucker! Fuckin' sucker. (Fred, shut tha' fuck up!) Song.
We're done.
| | | | | | | | Counterfeit | | | |
Ya' know we figured you out.
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit.
Your freakin' me out you wear a mask. [x5]
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit.
Your freakin me out you wear a...
Fake.
Hey man wake up and smell the concrete!
Strange to see ya changed like the LB.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't buy this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior.
Hate what god gave ya'. Fakin' all tha' flava'
Artificial minds seekin' out tha' new trends.
Get in where ya' fit in. Quit thinkin' like a has-been.
Diggin' in my culture.
Lemme let you punks know, I'm an old-school soldier
With tha' funk flow.
A damn shame wanna change yourself
Because your sick of yourself.....
Well I'm sick of you too!!
Fake!
Your a counterfeit!
Fake!
Ya' know we figured you out.
Well I'm sick of you too.
Fake.
Your a counterfeit!
Fake!
I wonder, I wonder,
I wonder what its like to be a clone
Doin' nothin', nothin' on my own.
Alone in your misery, your bitin' on my new style,
Filed as a counterfeit, goin' down in history
As nothin' but a copy-cat (copy-cat)
So if your fakin' that you're phat you need a ball-bat
Right where your head is at.
All your desperation, causes separation
Now I grab tha' mic to intimidate your weakness.
(Screeeam) Screams from the Limp on tha' siren
Phonies get tha' hint quick, smacked with tha' funk flip
Pain for tha' fakers fame can't maintain.
Cause your sick of yourself.....
Well I'm sick of you too!!
Fake!
Your a counterfeit!
Fake!
Ya' know we figured you out.
Well I'm sick of you too.
Fake.
Your a counterfeit.
Fake!
All these phonies
Ya' disregarded your life (ya disregarded your life),
Ya' disrespected your friends (ya disrespected your friends),
You've even stolen your appearance (stolen)
From hangin' around with my family
But I shoulda' never dropped my guard (shoulda' never dropped my guard)
So you can stab me in tha' back (stab me in tha' back)
But you were freakin' me out (you were freakin' me out)
Just freakin' me out, you wear a mask.
Freakin' me out, you wear a mask called counterfeit [3x].
Your freakin' me out, you wear a mask called counterfeit!!!
Freakin' me out, you wear a mask called counterfeit! [4x]
Now your steadily startin' to change.
Ya' wanna rearrange your lifestyle, live like a wild-child.
With tha' vibe alive, you could lie you try to be so fly,
You lie but you deny
Your a faaaaaaake!!!
Your a phonie, you know we figured you out.
Faaaaaaake!!
Yeah, we figured you out, figured you out, figured you ooooout!
Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! Faaaaaake! (Rrrrringin' your phone, your fuckin' freakin' me out -x3)
| | | | | | | | Stunk | | | |
Ugh...(ugh ugh ugh)
Ooooah....(ooah ooah ooah)
Psycho female blowin' up the phone line,
You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time.
I've been slammed with some bad luck.
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with tha' buck, buck.
And now your duck-duck-goose.
I'm lettin' loose with tha' thirty yard freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile.
Must be all tha' madness,
You and all your tactics.
Jonesin' for my cash,
Gotta make them pockets super fat.
Hey, I'm a humble man
Kickin' out my jams like a tramp.
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business.
What's with all tha' business?
I get payed to take tha' microphone to slay tha' stage.
Stay away from all tha' bros in my band and
All tha' fans and all my friends
When tha' cash is comin' in.
Or I'll be slammin' them balls to tha' wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all.
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive.
I keep my engine on that amp like the Chattanooga champ.
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed!
You wanna play that game bitch!??
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blastin'!
Woah you wanna play that game bitch!
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blastin'!
You' bad luck, you' soooooo
Stuck!
Stuck! deep down in that hole again.
Stuck! got your brain on my green again.
Stuck!, you're so, your so, your so stuck -you don't even know.
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi,
Far from suicidal.
Still I get them tendencies,
Bringin' back them memories
That I really miss when I reminisce.
Rockin' back in the '80's LIVE!
My attitude to do or DIE!
Once I was a maggot, now I'm just super fly.
Bound for the boundaries, no limits G.
Fat-ass rhythems driven by my destiny.
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence.
Pressin' cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile.
In deed I am.
I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed!
You wanna play that game bitch!??
You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin'!
Woah you wanna play that game bitch!
You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass I'm bla...!
Your bad luck, your soooooo
Stuck!
Stuck! deep down in that hole again.
Stuck! you got your brain on my green again.
Stuck!, you're so, your so, your so stuck. You don't even know.
Oh yeah.
Ain't nothin' like a greedy bitch.
Diggin and diggin' and diggin' and diggin'
Diggin' so deep for that green.
Yeah. Yeah.
All I know, all I know. Yeah.
Is you must be fucked up in that head.
I got a little problem
Just one question biatch.
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?
You wanna be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?!!!
Why, why you wanna be like that?! Why the fuck you wanna be like that?!
Why, why, why you gotta be like that?! Why the fuck you wanna be like that?!
Why, why, why, why, why, why you gotta be?!
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that?!
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you fuckin' whore?!!
Stuck on yourself, you are!
You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blastin'!
Stuck on yourself, you whoooore.
You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blastin'!
You' bad luck. You' sooooo stuck!
Stuck! deep down in that hole again,
Stuck! Got your brain on my green again.
Stuck, your so, your so, your so stuck in your head. You don't even know.
Live on tape biatch.
Don't fuck wit' us.
Leathal ha, ha, Leathal.
(Whatchin' another fucking movie dude?)
(Sick.)
(I hate her.)
(Yeah, yeah thats how I wanna do it.)
Then it goes a little somethin' like this.
| | | | | | | | Nobody Loves Me | | | |
Shut up!
Go away!
I'm so sick of them deadlines.
I cannot stand why them maniacs are hittin them headlines,
And even though I don't know ya';
Through my lyrics I'll show ya'
Tha' sanity's over.
Cause people say I'm bugged out.
So you won't defend, your in tha' dugout
My business, stay the fuck out!
All I know is that tha' beat goes on, tha' beat's tha' same
'Til tha' day I'm gone.
Nobody loves me!!
Nobody cares.
Nobody loves me!!
Nobody owes me a thing.
Nobody loves me!!
Nobody cares.
Nobody loves me!!
Maybe I'll go eat worms.
I'm so sick of tha' world now.
It's all these people baggin' my identity.
Now I'm tha' enemy runnin' at tha' mouth again
We'll settle up when you step into tha' south my friend.
Your tha' big one, your tha' good one, I'm tha' bad one. That's so sad son.
Cause I'm runnin' nowhere.
Ya' send them black sheep everywhere.
Ya' need to drop that guard, and it ain't that hard!
Nobody loves me!!
Nobody cares.
Nobody loves me!!
Nobody owes me a thing.
Nobody loves me!!
Nobody cares.
Nobody loves me!!
Maybe I'll go eat worms.
Oh, I'll go eat some worms.
What's tha' matter with this?
Someone's sure to find me.
No exceptions for this (no exceptions)
So many times I fall through.
No one has ever warned me.
Life seems so meaningless.
When ??? your inner strength.
Ohhh, I'm such a piece a' shit.
Oh, you're so perfect!
Oh, you're so perfect!!
Oh, you're so much better than me!
So much better than me!!
YOU SUCK!!!
Nobody loves me.
Nobody cares.
Nobody loves me.
Maybe I'll go eat worms.
| | | | | | | | Sour | | | |
Mellow out! Bitch.
I thought I knew ya'. Took the time to prove my lovin' to ya'.
Screw ya'. Cause now you got me sittin' in tha' sewer.
I'm threw with all them roller coaster rides.
See I ain't forgot about them knots that you've been tyin' with my insides.
I dropped my pride. Without you I was sure to die.
I tried with cash, and all I could to make it last.
Now I accept that that was in the past.
I know you loved me, you loved me like a piece of trash.
But at first you were so sweet.
Couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour, so sour.
It all became a hassle. You were even livin' in my castle.
Just to use me and verbaly abuse me.
That's not the way you run in my shop.
It took a while to see tha' light before I stopped and you got dropped off.
It's over. Probably I'll be sweatin' it.
But in tha' long run, you'll be tha' one regrettin' it.
Maybe you won't, maybe you will.
But baby you're still about as real as a three dollar bill.
There's no one to blame, but you.
Who gets tha' blame?....me.
No one's to blame, but you.
Who gets tha' blame?....me.
Oh, oh.
I sound like a bitch, a little bitch in heat.
With all that anger that I'm feelin' bitch, I think it's neat.
Another split tail, just another split tail.
Thanks for tha' lesson. Now get your shit and hit tha' trail.
We know I'm comin' from that old school, you damn fool.
Intensity is somethin' that I'm made of and certainly I'm not afraid of
A little smack in my face.
Thanks for that taste.
There's no one to blame, but you.
Who gets tha' blame?....me
. No one's to blame, but you.
Who gets tha' blame?....me.
Meeee, oh yeah.
Ohhhh, meee.
Meeeeee.
Ahhh. Quiet.
I think that uh, I'd like to uh.. turn my self around. Turn it over.
| | | | | | | | Stalemate | | | |
It's not my mind. x6 (It's not my mind)
Yo J.
Can I get a little bit.
Heah, ha, eah...
Your veins flow with poison.
Please acknowledge my present
This precious gift and behold and discard it like trash.
To dominate it's in your nature, you selfish brat.
I can't believe you had me
Strung out over you like that!
One minute your sweet, the next minute your sour.
I taste the envious predictions.
Change with each hour, I've seen this before
You even decide to step into my world.
Strange things occurring,
Happening over and over and over again.
Now bitch you are cruelty.
You bark your orders with such degrading dialect.
I can't believe you had me
Strung out over you like that!
One minute your sweet, the next minute your sour.
I taste the envious predictions.
Change with each hour, I've seen this before
You even decide to step into my world.
Gonna funk it up.
One minute you think your all this
The next minute you think your all that
But your playin' with tha' nova
Momma didn't show ya'
How to take gettin' canned by the man when it's over.
I've been hunting you down
Waiting for the payback, your frown.
Begging me for your mercy
I ain't down with tha' sypathy, you see.
And I'll always remember your tender looove!
Wipe me under tha' rug, just so you can step on my spine....
I'M GONNA GET MINE!
I'm gonna get mine!
?????? reminds me. (I'm gonna get mine!)
I guess I was wasted by envy. (I'm gonna get mine!)
Beyond this love is such a ?????? (I'm gonna get mine!)
I'd like to rearrange your face! I'm gonna get mine.
Please don't wake me.
Your so sweeeet.
Your so sweeeet.
Your so cheeeap.
I'm gonna get mine!
I'm gonna get mine!
I'd like to rearrange your face (I'm gonnna get mine!)
Your always right, and I'm always wrong. (Your not my mind)
That's why you love me so much. (Your not mine)
Your so sweet, I love you. (Your not my mind)
Your so sweet, I love you. (Your not mine)
| | | | | | | | Clunk | | | |
Clunk [7x]
DJ Lethal.
Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister.
You might need to rest up, I'll pump that chest up
Because that mental is fadin'
Ego, you over played it.
Hey buster, ya' just can't be trusted
Tha' drama, your mama musta really been disgusted.
But ya' got no clue always screamin' everybody owes you
Well kid, I never did
And never will.
It's gone too far.
It's gone too far, end it soon.
I never did.
Well I never did, kid.
It's gone too far.
Broken' punks when bringin' on tha' funkin'
Knowin' you man, your probably not thinkin'
Caught ya' lip-sincin'
Lyricals flyin' over that head you'll be cryin'
Lyin' in your death bed, now your just a reject (reject)
Ya put your fate on Micky D's just to gain a little respect
But ya' got no clue, always screamin' everybody owes you.
Well kid, I never did
And never will.
It's gone too far.
Well it's gone way too far, boy.
I never did.
It's gone too far.
You need to drop that freakin' ego before ya' crash.
Before tha' headlights are simply glarin' in your eyes and your goin' down.
What's tha' matter with tha' life that your leadin'?
When your bleedin', everyone's thinkin' how much they hate you.
It's not too late, dude. Just that time for you to zip up that grill.
Take a deep breath. Look around. Ain't nobody left, just tha' target. Bullseye.
Still you walk around like a clown in a forcefield.
See I'm not crazy. You're tha' one who's crazy.
Institution. Bound to be the only way that we can even solve this.
I've had about as much as I can take, so do yourself a favor.
It's been built up for so long.
And I just wanna get it out!
And I just wanna get it out!!
Clunk!
There's certainly some distortion in there. What?
Certainly some distortion in there.
I can't hear you, I've got distortion in my ear.
A thought just came to me while watching you and the guys play that.
Um, the distortion feels the sound. It's like anguish or frustration.
Like trying to thread, a needle with.. with.... thread.
And you keep trying. (Can you thread a nee.. a needle with a piece of wood?)
And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened when the kids were getting the guitars
They were trying so hard, they wanted to play like their favorite singer
They just couldn't bring it off, so they turned it up louder just to..
Because even your face got red, and, and the expression on your face was that of, of
Sheer frustration, or anger, or just... what do you feel when you play this distortion on there?
Um, what I feel when I play distortion like that is, I'm faking that anger
Letting it all out, ya' know. There's no reservations or politness.
I'm no longer trying to please anyone, I'm trying to please me. Trying to get myself off.
That's a form of honosty, isn't it?
I suppose.
| | | | | | | | Faith | | | |
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body.
I know not everybody
Has gotta body like me.
But I gotta think twice
Before I give my heart away,
And I know all the games you play
Cause I play them too.
Oh, but I need some time off
From that emotion.
Time to pick my heart up off tha' floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion.
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showin' you that door!
I gotta have faith!!
Gotta have faith!!
Gotta have faith!!
Gotta have faith!!
Baby,
I know you're askin' me to stay.
Say please, please, please, don't go away.
Cause your givin' me tha' blues.
Maybe
You might mean all them words you say.
Can't help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to loverboy rules.
Before this river
Becomes an ocean,
Before you pick my heart up off tha' floor.
When that love comes down
With out devotion.
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showin' you that door!
I gotta have faith!!
Gotta have faith!!
Gotta have faith!!
Gotta have faith!!
Get tha' fuck up!!!!
Gotta have faith.
I gotta have faith!
I gotta have faith!
I gotta have faith!!
Faith!!
Arggh faith!
Arggh faith!
Argggggggggghhh huh ptuh!!
| | | | | | | | Hidden Track | | | |
Am I freak in the darkness, or am I misfit?
You speak them opinions to sink in so deep.
But its alright, your just an illusion confused by your narrow mind.
Reality is up ahead in tha' distance, but that lack of persistance has left you behind.
Now your reaching for your sanity, cause you' afraid of me, so don't fuck with me.
You wanna ask me a question? Well I gotta question.
How much longer can I tolerate this shit.
Egos trip when your livin' on tha' flip-side. Drop out of a uterus and died, damn.
I see ya' pointin' your finger, ya' stereotype me cause you don't like me?
Well you don't even know me, punk. You don't know me.
Stereotype me, cause you don't like me
| | | | | | | | Stink Finger | | | |
I see your campus.
And thinkin' I've been there before.
You know somethin' I live in this pig-pen, this filthy pig-pen next door.
Another stench of my aroma, stick that nose up in the air.
Is that the excuse you used to ruin me?
I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' fuck outta heeere.
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Yeah, right. Right.
Yo J, drop that one.
Your existance means less now than it probably ever has before.
You got your head up your ass. Out of your mouth comes nothing but sh...
Shhh, still I listen, I absorb. You amuse me idiot.
All bent outta shape, cause I piss on your gate.
I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' fuck outta heeere.
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Right. Right.
And ya' don't stop, and we won't stop. That's right.
And ya' can't stop, no. Cause you jus', just won't stop.
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it.
Put yourself in my position man.
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it.
Put yourself in my position MAAAAN!
Let's take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position maaaan!
Oh, take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position man, punk!
How you wanna take it to tha' curb, ahh! You wanna take it to tha' curb! Wait, ahh, ahh!
Put your self in my position maaaaan.
And you dont. Break, break, break it, don't stop.
Got it. Stinky, Stinky Finger
And ya' don't, and ya' don't.
| | | | | | | | Indigo Flow | | | |
Yo, what up. Got Christian and Dino in tha' house.
Fear Factory action ta' kick off this new joint here for my... homies.
Separatin' tha' true breeds. My friends and my family.
Had tha' vision when tha' bounds, now it's blowin' up.
Props to tha' field dog, with the funk through tha' campaign. Gold records and champaign.
Everlast for tha' tour on St. Patty's. Chino, man we had a blast with your Deftones.
Rock that microphone daily. Props to tha' miestro, Ross your an angel.
Hey DJ, wanna play that song? Lethal, we love ya' like a brother.
Wanna take a trip to tha' Flip-side? Jordon, nothin' more I can say except your walkin' hand in hand with tha' profet.
Danny, ya' took us to tha' fat man. Harry, Tylor, props for tha' golden introduction.
We're comin' from tha' town of tha' unknown. Jacksonville's on tha' map.
Look us up. Raisin' eyebrows with tha' Jaguars kid. Better watch out.
Line 'em up Cheetah. (Indigo) Yo Richard, Rob, and Chuck (Indigo) hook it up.
When I walk out on stage, all headaches go away. Got tha' back from tha' sickest road crew.
Chris and Bobby for stickin' to us. Sugar Ray taught me life was all about drinkin'.
Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay, to tha' Funk Doobie'. Thanks for showin' up.
All my brothers in Korn, I love you. Dad and Mamma, I'm comin' home.
Word out to my girl Sage, Shawn, Teddie Swoze. Indigo Ranch alive with tha' vibe.
Grun Dig, Danny at tha' Milk Bar, Terry Parker you know what's up. (Indigo)
Dialed into tha' planet. And God, I LOVE YOOOU!!
| | | | | | | | Leech *Demo Version | | | |
Oooh, yeah!
Tell me why ya' came. Tell me why your here.
Tell me why your voice is always ringin' in my ear.
Ya' wanna be tha' man hangin' with my crew? Who the hell let you through?
I see your always at my shows, always with my bro's,
Always findin' places where I think nobody goes.
I can't seem to shake you from this, so then I might have to break you from this.
CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE YOU LEECH!
Oh, get it straight.
Can't you take a hint. Thought you had a friend. It's such a shame that your comin' around again.
And I'd really love to take you out like Chuck Norris.
Instead I'd kick him with tha' vocal, slap him with tha' chorus.
Man, I really shouldn't have to beg. The big mistake was when your mom and daddy hit tha' bed.
Ahh, you seem to not get tha' picture. So I'll frame this script and it gripped ya'.
CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE YOU LEECH!
Stop stickin' around [x3]
[click, click] Bleeeeeaaaaaahhh!!
You need to stop stickin' around! [x3]
Leech.
| | | | | | | | Everything | | | |
I'm so ... fustrated
Somebody's been making me ...
So sick inside...
Oh, Go with your heart, go with your heart
Yeah, right
You're telling me
I'm just not good enough for you
Let's change, lets be something we're not
And become what everybody else is
Aw, so much builds up inside.
It's fucking rediculous
I don't know how I should
Freak the fuck out on you
I just sit back and relax
Cuz you want more
You don't have anything
And me
I have everything
Yeah, I have everything What more could I ask for
Nothing at all....
Don't run and hide
Don't you keep it inside no more x2
Don't you run and hide x2
Why does it have to be this way at the end?
| | | | | | | | | SIGNIFICANT OTHER | | | | | Intro | | | |
You wanted the worst
You got the worst
The one, the only, Limp Bizkit
| | | | | | | | Just Like This | | | |
Get up
Like this
Just like this
Do ya feel it?
Just like this
Do you wanna catch the vibe?
That's keepin me alive
I'm followin these phatass beats until I die
Fill em with tension, the sick dimension
I rumble the earth with my lowered suspension
Just watch the ground move, let the sound prove
That it ain't fake when the girls get naked
Don't call it a comeback, we bring that beat back!
And we make sure John kept them beats phat
A lyrical rampage, burnin your headset
Open your mind, my rhymes ain't dead yet
I want ya to stand up, and put them hands up
I'm break it down cause you're pumpin my band up
Like this
Just like this
Get up
Music is key
It's the way we're set free
From all this world is throwin at me
The rhythm's so insane flowin your vein
Triggerin that neck poppin' nerve up in your brain
I don't even know ya, but came to show ya
The Bizkit's Limp when the night is over
We shake the whole place, make this earthquake
And it ain't fake when we start the riots
Rock the bells, psycho females!
Doin time blowin up the phoneline
Call it a stampede, comin to your town
We ain't gonna hold back, we're comin to get down
I want ya to stand up, and put them hands up
And break it on down cause you're pumpin my band up
Like this
Just like this
Get up
Music is key
It's the way we're set free
From all this world is throwin at me
And I'll do what it takes if I make some mistakes
It's okay cuz it's all just the way it should be.
Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all(x3)
Yo John, bring that beat back!
Just like this
Do ya feel it?
Just like this
You'll bring that beat back!
Music is key
It's the way we're set free
From all this world is throwin at me
And I'll do what it takes if I make some mistakes
It's okay cuz it's all just the way it should be.
| | | | | | | | Nookie | | | |
Check 1 1 2
I came into the world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames
That are dwellin on the past
Its burnin on my brain
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day
My girlie went away with my pay
And my fellas came to play
Now she's stuck with my homies that she fucked
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat
Like a chump Hey
Should I be feelin bad
Should I be feelin good
It's kinda sad I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhood
And you'd be figured I'd be movin on
But I'm a sucker like I said
Fucked up in the head, not!
And maybe she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break
My heart will ache either way
Hey, what the hell, whatchu want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny
I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your
Why did it take so long
Why did I wait so long, huh
To figure it out, but I didn't
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I can be deceived
By my so-called girl, but in reality
She had a hidden agenda
She put my tender heart in a blender
And still I surrender
Like a chump Hey
I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your
I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends to give you their advice
They'll tell you, "just let it go"
It's easier said than done
I appreciate it, I do, but
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Just leave me alone
Nothing's gonna change
You can go away
I'm just gonna stay here
And always be the same
I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your
| | | | | | | | Break Stuff | | | |
It's just one of those days
When ya don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks.
You don't really know why
But you wanna justify rippin someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker!
It's just one of those days!
It's all about the he says she says bullshit.
I think you better quit lettin shit slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he says she says bullshit
I think you better quit talkin that shit
It's just one of those days
Feelin like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain
Damn right I'm a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz I'm fuckin up your program
And if you're stuck up
You just lucked up,
Next in line to get fucked up
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker!
It's just one of those days!
It's all about the he says she says bullshit.
I think you better quit lettin shit slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he says she says bullshit
I think you better quit talkin that shit punk
So come and get it
I feel like shit.
My suggestion is to keep your distance
Cuz right now I'm dangerous
We've all felt like shit
And been treated like shit
All those motherfuckers who want to step up
I hope ya know I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break sumthin tonight
(x3)
Give me something to break!(x3)
How about your fucking face?
So come and get it.
It's all about the he says she says bullshit.
I think you better quit lettin shit slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he says she says bullshit
I think you better quit talkin that shit
So come and get it
| | | | | | | | Re-Arranged | | | |
Lately I've been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distant from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
You and me we're through
And rearranged
It seems that you're not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
You and me we're through
And rearranged
(x2)
You're no good
For me
Thank God its over
You'ld make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
You'ld make believe
Life is so long until you're dyin'
You'ld make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
Cryin' on me
You'ld make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
dyin', dyin' on me!
You think everybody is the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
You ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and I wont be the same
(x2 dubbed over)
Just think about it
You'll get it
| | | | | | | | Im Broke | | | |
I ain't no joke
So you should get a pen
And write yourself a little note so you don't forget again
When it comes to cash
I've been gettin smoked
Lendin out my money
Now I'm broke
Somebody's gettin' choked
Cause now its time to pay the piper
Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper
Don't make me have to call a sniper
And wipe your brains off my windshield wiper, you dirty bug!
As soon as I get paid they come in masses
There's someone givin classes on kissin peoples asses
Unless you're livin' where the trash is
Don't even come around here askin where my cash is
Me I'm broke.(x2)
I aint no joke
I'll say it once again
If I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chin
Some people never learn
Borrowin from me you might regret it
For one I ain't no bank and you got shitty credit
As soon as I get paid they're comin out the woodwork
Take your ass and get a job like you should jerk
Unless you're livin where the trash is
But you're not so find another spot where the cash is
Me I'm broke(x2)
Gimme back my money, bum
You said you'd pay me back
I'm broke and for that
You deserve a smackin for slackin
Now people say I'm a slacker
If I'm a slacker
Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind
(x3)
Give me back my money
You said you'd pay me back
I'm broke and for that
You deserve a smackin for slackin
Now people say I'm a slacker
If I'm a slacker
Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind
(x2)
| | | | | | | | Nobody Like You | | | |
Fred: I'm convinced that you hate
Jonathan:(that you hate)
Fred: You hate me You like
Jonathan:(you like)
Fred:You like to see me cry
It's already a proven fact
That you hate and you wait
On me to die
Jonathan: It's so scary
I find it hard to confine
I will make you see it my way
You give, I take
You say you want to be away from me
Scott and Fred: You bring me
I got a reason and I won't let go
Take me down.
I got a reason and I want you to know
Fred: I'm convinced that you.
Jonathan: (fucked me)
Fred: Real good. You did
Jonathan: (you did)
Fred: But I won't let go
I got my reasons and I'm not leavin
Soon I'll wait on you to die
Jonathan: Please take this time for me to be unforgiven
I give my life to you
I lay my life on the line for you
For you
For you
Scott and Fred: You bring me
I got a reason and I won't let go
Take me down
I got a reason and I want you to know
Jonathan: I, I got, got no reason
All:
You got no reason
No fucking reason.
And I won't let go
Scott and Fred: You bring me
I got the reason and I won't let go
Take me down
I got a reason and I want you to know
All(Jonathan with intermittent: "Go!"):
You got no reason
No fucking reason.
And I won't let go
| | | | | | | | Don't Go Off Wandering | | | |
Every day it's nothing but stress to me
I'm constantly dwellin on how you got the best of me
Wanna know somethin I can't believe
The way you keep testin me
Mentally molesting me
Would you think any less of me
If I said that I'd be there
Would you think any less of me
If I said I really care
Of course you would
Cause you only want what you can't have
As for me I'm stuck with my dick in my hand
Because you don't feel nothing at all
You don't feel nothing at all
Maybe there's more to life than it seems
I'm constantly running from reality chasing dreams
Wanna know somethin I can't believe
Just how much misery comes with humility
Do you think any less of me now
That I'm gone
Look at me now
Everything is gone
I can't seem to do anything right
But I figured out why you don't let me inside
Because you don't feel nothing at all
You don't feel nothing at all
Nothing at all
You need nothing from me know
So you think I'm useless to you now
But I need one thing from you now
I insist that you feel me
You said(x?)
You don't feel nothing at all
You don't feel nothing at all
| | | | | | | | 9teen90nine | | | |
Fame you're claimin is the top of the world
But this stage I'm claimin is the top of the world
Love I'm feelin when you people connect
And if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respect
If you're wondering I got plenty of flows
I'm makin plenty of friends and many are foes
But as the audience grows security knows
Stoppin me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin what they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares where we're headin
Cuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!
So let's make somethin out of it
This way we can all relate
Worldwide we collide
This is how we communicate
So lets make somethin out of it
Whoever thought we would see the day
I can't believe we did it
So lets drift away
Hate, a feelin I don't really get
And hate can get you in some serious shit
Time is somethin that might change me
But I cant change time so fuck it
I've been stumblin' through these thoughts that I'm on
And I thought the fact that I could be delirious
But as the audience grows security knows
Stop me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin what they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares where we're leadin
Auz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!
So let's make somethin out of it
This way we can all relate
Worldwide we collide
This is how we communicate
So lets make somethin out of it
Whoever thought we would see the day
I can't believe we did it
So lets drift away
We see good things change and good things go away
We see good things waste and we taste the pain
What we need is a place to escape from today
Right?
What we need is a place to escape from today!
Right?!
Yeah!
Bring it on
You wanna be down with the G shock
Fuck the glam rock
Assed out like Ken Shamrock
MCs detest me
Wanna chest to chest me
But I ain't all about that
You gotta be down with the G shock
fuck the glam rock
assed out like Ken Shamrock
MCs detest me
Wanna chest to chest me
But you don't want none of that
Where we at?
Don't stop!
It's 9 Teen 90 Nine!
Baby baby baby
| | | | | | | | N 2 Gether Now | | | |
Fred: DJ Premiere
Who can be the boss?
Look up to the cross
Stranded, in the land of the lost
Standin up I'm sideways
I'm blazin up the path
Runnin on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
Dashin all the- meteor strikes
Keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled on his own I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
Method Man: Tical
Fred: Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
Method Man: Shut the fuck up!
Fred: I'm pluggin in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round and I'll knock him out
Method Man: 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 gun like Elmer Fudd
The sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
Burn
Playin with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in tha club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut her up
Life is love all day till they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
Our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo
Method Man: 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!
Method Man: Headstrong, ?????
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both ?????
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
What's the scenario?
Comin through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles up the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious
Word on the street is
They bit my feces
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline
?????
Pharmacuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
We're on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and then jet
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 virgin eyes
Limpin on the track with the Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll 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
Method Man: So shut the fuck up!
Fred: And take that shit back
Cause all your shit's whack
Method Man: ???
Fred: When it's layed 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
Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you
Shut the fuck up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up!
Everybody N2 Gether now
Shut the fuck up!
Method Man: It was over your head all day every day
S-I-N-Y
One Oh Three Oh Four
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
B-I-Z-K-I-T's
Gotta know the time
Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greazy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
| | | | | | | | Trust? | | | |
Backstabber! (backstabbers)
Two-faced! (two-faced)
Low life! (lowlifes)
It's time to step up to the plate!
1 2 1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?
You know I see right through you (through you)
You act like you don't know me (know me)
You lie(lie), you cheat(cheat). You steal(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 times runnin out (oww)
Creepin up your back (back)
So whatchu all about?
I'm too fuckin' good
And fuckin' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts to be a clown
You're the kind of 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 (back) of my trunk in a sack (sack)
You'd better keep your hands off (what)
What's mine and anybody else's (else's)
When you're selfish (selfish)
Your wealth is (wealth is)
All you 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 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 ditty dumb
I take it back
Those thoughts are kinda whack
Don't really need that kind of karma on the track
Maybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream and
Burn you like a demon and leave your ass screamin
To be exact I wanted to react
Mission of attack
Your head was gettin cracked
But you're a human bein
That's lucky to be breathin
And that's that
that's that
I don't trust nobody
Cuz nobody trust me
Never gonna trust anybody
And that's the way its gonna be
(x4)
I'm too fuckin' good
And fuckin' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts to be a clown
(x2)
| | | | | | | | 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 is not one single thought that is left after sex with you
Should've left my pants on this time
But instead you had to let me dive right in
Should've left my pants on this time
You let me dive right in
Wait... it's my ass
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 is not one single thought that is left after sex with you
Should've left my pants on this time
But instead you had to let me dive right in
Should've left my pants on this time
You let me dive right in
You couldn't respect yourself
I couldn't respect myself(x2)
I realize that I'm worth more than that (x3)
Realize I mean more than that
Should've left my pants on this time
But instead you had to let me dive right in
Should've left my pants on this time
You let me dive right in
| | | | | | | | Show Me What You Got | | | |
Keepin it real worldwide baby
Limp Bizkits in the house
So bring it on
I'd like to dedicate this song to you
for making my dreams come true
for the millennium
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up
Woo Haa!
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
I 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!
Woo Haa
Show me what you got?
Hey ladies!
Who's hot, who's not!
Who? Whoooooo?
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, and 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!
Hee Haa!
Hey ladies!
Who's hot, who's not!
Who? Whooooo?
Whooooooooooos hot baby? Whos hot?
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
(x2)
I know people than could ever be
What lesson I've learned from it all
Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend
Cause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been
(repeat all once)
| | | | | | | | Outro | | | |
You wanted the worst
You've got the worst
The one, the only
Limp Bizkit
We can't stopped(x2)
You wanted the best?
Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!
Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!
Balls made of steel(x2)
But don't kick me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the house!(x4)
You ain't shit!(x5)
montherfucker, you fuck you ain't shit
| | | | | | | | | LIVE | | | | | Cambodia | | | |
Are you ready?
Then GET THE FUCK UP!
Lemme hear some nooooooise
GET UP GET UP(woo hah)
Wait just a minute I see your mouth movin’
But I don’t hear a word that you say
POP! Mish Mosh Up in the brain
I’m on my cycle
Highways, my ways
are up and down like the Dow Jones
I rock these microphones
I don’t exaggerate
Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate
Don’t hate the people just the ‘tudes
the attitudes
So lose the attitude, and I wont be fuckin’ mad at you
But if ya bitin’ don’t be frightened kid
I’m sorta likin’ whatcha stealin’
Your open wound style needs some healin’
Checked out by my flow
I’m glad ya know
Behind the spunk I got the phattest fuckin’ live show
You feel the tension
The eyeballs in ya socket
Can’t comprehend how we rock it
Ya can’t stop it
Ya like the ways that we livin’
Ya need it
Your demo tape, punk
I inspect it, then reject it
Who survives at the end of the day?
But too much airplay, huh,
I’m gonna keep it all underground
GET UP GET UP (woo-hah)
WHATTYA KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?
Who’s hot ? Who’s not ?
Who ? WHO ?
Who’s hot ? Who’s not ?
Wait just a minute
I see your mouth movin’
But I don’t hear a word that you say
BUCK! Hand Grenades
Best describe the impactionCan’t get no satisfaction
Ya take it back
What were you doin’ back in ’82?
No need for answers just a thought for your mental
Fallout Shelter
Heltah Skelter
The J Bob bet ya,
the Beatle upset ya
But I’m an easy rider like I’m Henry Fonda
The Kingpin Bizkit
That flows beyond ya
Mental highways, my path ya can’t stop
The unexpected, so check ya roadblock
Go black water, keep on rhymin'
Cause this mic is mine and I’m a keep on shinin’
GET UP GET UP (woo-hah)
WHATTYA KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?
Who’s hot? Who’s not?
Who? WHO?
Who’s hot? Who’s not?
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THREE DOLLAR BILL, YALL$
