Play the fucken' track!
Play that fucken' track!
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit, dmx, Redman
That's right y'all, Method Man
We just keep on Rollin' baby
Are you ready?

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
What?
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh

Now I know y'all be lovin' this shit right here
L I M P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care

See I ain't giving a fuck when pressing your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable, so keep me in this cage
Until you run that mouth, then I might have to play
And break the fuck out and then we'll see who's left
After one round with X and what am I bringing next?
Just know it's Red and Meth

So where the fuck you at?
Punk, shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up
While we fuck this track up
Are you ready?

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
What?
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh

Oh what, y'all thought y'all were promotion me?
Check my dangerous slang, atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus
It's Wutang, what the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?

I wave my black flag at the roaches who approach us
These twin super soakers who have poisonous darts for copers
Too late to get your blowgun unholsted
You lept, light it up, and lightly toasted

So what? I drink and smoke too much
So what? I cut too much
Shut the fuck the up

Now when we roll
You motherfuckers turn in your gold
'Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggers up in limos

It ain't nothin' for bullets to unbutton your clothes
This wretched yellow mellow tissue
Up in his nose you bitches
Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts

I'm hairy as hell, ah, to hell
And tattooed up, I'm a dog
Only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school I dealt only with the classroom s***s

My name is Johnny Donny Brascoe
Talk the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money
Funny how hungry they'll be

Snatch crumbs from me
Dark and hard
Mix bodies in the mosh pit

Yo, and I'm the D. O
You're lookin' at the raw invented
On Friday I spit thirty-five to forty minutes
Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it
Ending up on your back, whose whore's up in it?

Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all a Guinness
Fuck, how many thugs are playas?
A ball is in it

Brick city, Shaolin
Better call 'em sinners
Boys that'll run up in your
White mall and spill it
Yo, peace and come on!

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
What?
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh

It just don't get no darker than that kid with the park
Go ahead with the boots and shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigger, but ain't there nigger
Quicker than the hair trigger, took you dead nigger

It'd better like yo man, trying to hold your breath in your head
'Cause you'll be shitting on yourself
'Cause you're already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket

I'm leaving just enough
For them to stuff their basket
But their skippin', task it
I'm gonna need my ass kicked

My mom never let me forget that I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit, there ain't gonna be shit
That's why I take shit but if I see shit
And to their D shit, D Sharp

Do what I wanna do and that's what I'm gonna do
Right here in front of you and I'll be running you
Wait up man, stand up out
Yeah, niggers ain't running a fucken' thing
But your mouth

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
What?
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit?
(Yeah)
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit
(Why?)
Because we get it on
(When?)
Every day and every night
(Oh)

See this platinum thing right here?
(Uh huh)
Well, we're doing it all the time
(What?)
So you'd better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes
(D'oh!)

And if you really, really, really wanna get shit started
Then people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded
People everywhere just get retarded

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now?

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
What?
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Uggh

That's right baby, punk
Limp Bizkit, dmx, Method Man
Method Man, Swizz Beats
Where the fuck you at?
Punk that shit
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