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{{Song|Significant Other (1999)|Limp Bizkit}}
 
{{Song|Significant Other (1999)|Limp Bizkit}}
   
 
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FD: Who could be the boss, Look up to the cross,
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[Fred:]
Stranded, In the land of the lost,
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Who can be the boss?
Standin' up I'm sideways, I'm blazin' up the path,
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Look up to the cross
Runnin' on the highways of wrath,
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Stranded in the land of the lost
Choked up, by the smoke in the charcoal,
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Standin up, I'm sideways
Lotta stamps and brands me like a barcode,
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I'm blazin' up the path
I'm dashin' all the media strikes, to keep the media dikes,
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Runnin on the highways of rap
It's reinforcement for the fight,
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Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone,
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Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm tanglin' on the zone, I got the bees on the track,
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I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes
Where the fuck u at?
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Keep the media dykes
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As re-enforcements for the fight
MM: Tacal
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And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
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Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
FD: Let me hear you bitches run your mouth now,
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Where the fuck you at?
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[Method Man] Tical
MM: Shut the fuck up
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Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
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[Method Man] Shut the fuck up!
FD: I'm pluggin' in them social skills, to keep my total bills,
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I'm pluggin in them social skills
that run a million, the last time I checked it,
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That keep my total bills over a million
thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreckin',
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The last time I checked it
wait until the second round then knock 'em out.
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Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
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Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out
   
MM: They call me big john-STUD, my middle name-MUD,
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[Method Man:]
dirty water flow, too much for you thug, I can't stand the flood,
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They call me big John stud
what up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot,
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My middle name mud
Mister Meth, I'm unplugged, learn, temperatures too hot for sun block,
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Dirty water flow
burn, playin with minds that get you state time,
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Too much for you thugs
locked behind 12 bars, from a great mine,
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That can't stand the flood
killa bees in the club, with this ladybug,
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What up doc?
brought his sword to the dance floor,
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Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
to cut a rug, love is love all day,
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The sure shot
till they go slug, and take another life in cold blood,
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Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
can't feel me, till it's your blood,
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Learn
murder is tremendous, crime is endless,
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Temperature's too hot for sunblock
same shit different day,
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Burn
father forgive us, they know not what they do,
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Playin with minds can get you state time
all praise is due, I'm big like easy, and big bamboo
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Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
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Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug
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Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
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Love is love all day 'til they both slug
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And take another life in cold blood
  +
Can't feel me?
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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
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I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo
   
Chorus: What's that I didn't hear you,
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[Method Man:]
shut the fuck up,
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What's that, I didn't hear you?
come on a little louder,
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Shut the fuck up!
shut the fuck up,
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Come on a little louder
everybody n 2 gether now,
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Shut the fuck up!
shut the fuck up, just
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Everybody N 2 Gether now
shut the fuck up just, shut the fuck up(2x)
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Shut the fuck up!
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What? What?
   
Method Man: Headstrong, deckhorn, get right on,
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[Method Man:]
dead weight they dead wrong,
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Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
let's get it on, 12 rounds of throw down,
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Deadweight they dead wrong
who whole crown, protect land with full pound,
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Let's get it on
limp bizkit, get around like merry-go, bust the scenario,
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Twelve rounds of throwdown
comin through your stereo, why risk it,
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Who hold crown?
lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
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Protect land with both pound
8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious,
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Limp Bizkit
word on the street is, they bit my thesis,
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Get around like merry-go
knocked out they front teeth is, try to taste my,
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What's the scenario?
actin' like they heard through the grape vine,
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Comin' through your stereo
dope feedin' for the baseline, to provide by,
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Why risk it
pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticles,
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Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
where'd you find that monster,
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Eight essential vitamins and minerals
she beautiful, wu-tang and limp bizkit roll on the set
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Delicious
kick a hole in the speaker, pull a plug and inject
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Word on the street is
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They bit my thesis
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Knocked out their front teethes
  +
Tryin to taste mine
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Actin like they heard through the grapevine
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Dope fiendin for the baseline
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To provide rhyme
  +
Pharmaceuticals
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Hard as nails to the cubicle
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Where you find that monster
  +
She beautiful
  +
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
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Roll on the check
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Kick a hole in the speaker
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Pull the plug and inject
   
FD: Mic check, so what's it all about, and where we gonna run,
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[Fred:]
maybe we can
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Mic check
meet up on the sun,
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So what's it all about?
discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes,
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Where we gonna run?
we're limpin' on the track with the method, so get the sun block, you gettin' one
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Maybe we can meet up on the sun
shot, until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got, from outta no
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Discretion is advised
where, prepare, you be blinded by the glare, I told you not to stare, now you've
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For the blood of virgin eyes
turned into stone, without a microphone, but don't you forget you're in the zone
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Limpin on the track with Method
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So get the sunblock
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You get your one shot
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Until you dissolve
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I revolve around everything you got
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From outta nowhere prepare
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You'll be blinded by the glare
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I told you not to stare
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Now you're turned into stone
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Without a microphone
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But don't you forget you're in the zone
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[Method Man] So shut the fuck up!
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And take that shit back
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Cause all your shit's whack
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[Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo
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When it's way down like that
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Burnin up your brain like a piston
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So all those who didn't listen
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Never even knew what they were missin
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And never even knew that
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The sky was fallin down
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Wu-Tang Clan for the crown
   
MM: So shut the fuck up
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[Method Man:]
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What's that, I didn't hear you?
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Shut the fuck up!
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Come on a little louder
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Shut the fuck up!
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Everybody N2 Gether now
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Shut the fuck up!
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What? What?
   
FD: and take that shit back, cause all your shit's whack
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[Method Man:]
MM: dil da wil dill dill
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It was over your head
FD: When it's weighed out like that. Burnin' up your brain like a piston, SO
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All day every day
all those who didn't listen, Never even knew what they were missin, and never even
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S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4
knew that the sky was falling down, wu-tang clan for the crown.
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Wu-Tang, Killa Bees
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And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
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Gotta know the time
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Gotta know to rhyme
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It ain't easy bein greezy
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In a world of cleanliness
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And you know all that other madness
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We gone
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Peace
   
Chorus
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Limp Bizkit, Method Man
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Rock the house y'all, bring it on
   
MM: It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4, wu-tang killa
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Hey wait up, where you guys going?
bees, and the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T, ya'll know the time, y'all know the rhyme it
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You're not recording are you? I'm all alone
ain't easy bein' greasy, in the world full of cleanliness and, you know all
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I can't do this
that other madness we gone, peace.
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Feel it
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You guys feel it out there?
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Check your head if you feel it
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Hey, hey, hey
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Every day is brigther than the next day
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At least that's what you think
   
Scribbling: LIMP BIZKIT! METHOD MAN! R-R-ROCK THE HOUSE Y'ALL! BRING IT ON!
 
 
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Revision as of 02:21, September 15, 2007

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[Fred:]
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
I'm 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 in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
[Method Man] Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
[Method Man] Shut the fuck up!
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, 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 the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til 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!
What? What?

[Method Man:]
Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious
Word on the street is
They bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline
To provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cubicle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and inject

[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 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!
And take that shit back
Cause all your shit's whack
[Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo
When it's way down 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!
What? What?

[Method Man:]
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-T
Gotta know the time
Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness
And you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace

Limp Bizkit, Method Man
Rock the house y'all, bring it on

Hey wait up, where you guys going?
You're not recording are you? I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brigther than the next day
At least that's what you think

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