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
  Cuz 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 supersoakers
  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 mutherfuckers turn in your gold
  Cause for the platinum
  I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
  It aint 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
  Ahh to hell
  And tatooed up
  I'm a dog
  Only fuck in the bathroom, what?
  In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts
    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 Guiness
  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 aint 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 aint 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 cant 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!