You wanted the worst
Youve got the worst
The one, the only
Limp Bizkit
We couldve stopped
You wanted the best?
Then dont get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD
Cause in this house its Limp motherfucking Bizkit
Balls made of steel
But dont hit me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkits in the house
You aint shit


Guest: Les Claypool (Primus)
Hit me
Fire cracker

So there you go
Fifteen of your hard earned dollars, right out the window
Most epxensive piece of plastic Ive ever come across
Fifteen dollars
Fifteen dollars
On a shoddy piece of plastic
There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory

Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masterbator

You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him

Hello?

Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
My poppy gavew my nose a tweak, and told me I was bad
Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose

The biggest word, that youve ever heard, and this is how it goes
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious

Ah, those were the days
I dont know
You got any more of that ...

So what did you think, you were getting a Celine Dion record?
No no no young bucky

You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit? I dont think so
Fred Durst? I dont know
But what the hell, I got paid
Goodbye now


Prop the DJ (removed from final release)

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