Outro

You wanted the worst?

You got the worst

The one, the only

Limp Bizkit

You can push stop

You can push stop

You wanted the best?!

Then go get the fuckin Backstreet Boys cd

Cuz in this house, it's limp, motherfuckin, Bizkit

Balls made of steel

Balls made of steel

But don't kick me in the nuts, though

Limp bizkit's in the house

Limp bizkit's in the house

Limp bizkit's in the house

Limp bizkit's in the house

And you aint shit

Ha ha ha ha

You aint shit

Ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha

You ain't shit motherfucker! You suck

Hey, it's the bald man

And I'm here to tell you why the new limp bizkit album's soimportant

That's because cd's like this will spare you from all thechart-toppin

Teenie-boppin, disposable

Happy horse shit that brings up the bile from the back of myneck

I have no time or tolerance for all shitty wack acts like that

I wouldn't piss on their cd's to put out a fire

And I'm tired off all those lame-ass, tame-ass, pre-fabricated

Sorry excuses for singers

And musicians who don't even write their own songs

What the world needs now is a musical revolution

We need some rock, we need somethin ass-boss

We need something with substance, with depth, somethin withsoul

Some edge, some passion, some power! Shit, if it's gonna bemellow

Fuck, man, it better have somethin, it better mean somethin

I'm tellin you, you gotta hit em with somethin hard

You gotta stick em with somethin limp, like Limp Bizkit

I'm so fuckin tired of this shit that I'm hearin on the radio

Radio sucks!! The same fuckin songs over and over again

All the week ones

All that disposable crap that isn't gonna matter in threemonths

Its just shit

(Hey, matt, calm down) it's crap, Fred

Fred, I'm tellin you, there's nothin but shit goin on

And we need some new music

(But, well, what about Limp Bizkit?) Limp Bizkitt is fuckincool

You guys are cool, the new records great,=

But fuck all that other shit

I'm so sick of all that week shit that's takin space on thecharts

(Hey, matt, calm down, man)

Fuck this shit, I'm outta here

(Fuck, dude

Fuckin Pinfield is pissed

Oh man I gotta go find that bald bastard

Hey Matt)

A word with les claypool

Hit me! Firecracker

So there you go, fifteen of your

Hard-earned dollars right out the window

Most expensive piece of plastic I've ever come across

Fifteen dollars...fifteen dollars on a shiny piece of plastic

There it is...limp bizkit, in all it's glory

Fred durst, the man, the myth the compulsive masturbater

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

Hello! Oa ha! once, when I was afraid to speak

When I was just a lad

My poppy gave my nose a tweek, and told me I was bad.

And then I learned a brilliant word, that saved my achin nose

The biggest word you've ever heard

And this is how it goes..."supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"

Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" ahh, those were the days

I dunno

You got any more of that, ah shmokeable

So what did you think you were gettin that celine dion record?

No, no, no, young buckey

You laughed, you cried

You just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye

Limp bizkit? I dont' think so

Fred durst?? I dunno, but what the hell? I got paid

Good-bye now