Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

Play the fuckin' track!

Play that fuckin' track!

Oh, there it is

Limp Bizkit! DMX! (What?!)

Redman! (That's right, y'all!)

Method Man!

We just keep on rollin', baby!

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Are you ready?!

Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

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! (Yeah)

See, I ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck

Untouchable, branded unfuckable

So keep me in this cage until you run that mouth

Then I'mma have the plague and break the fuck out

And then we'll see who's left, after one round with X

And what am I bringin' 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? Are you ready? Are you ready?

(Oh, what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?)

Check my dangerous slang atrocious

When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu-Tang

What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?

I wave my Black Flag at the roaches

Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers

Who have poisonous darts for culprits

Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered

You're left buttered up and lightly toasted

So what, I drink and smoke too much

So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up!

Now when we roll

You motherfuckers tuck in your gold

'Cause for the platinum

I'm jackin' niggas up in limos

It ain't nothin'

For bullets to unbutton your clothes

Description

Yellow male, tissue up in his nose

You bitches

Swing the vine on the baboon nuts

I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up

I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what?

In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco

Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow

Yell if you want money, funny

A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me

Docs and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit

And I'm the D. O., you lookin' at the raw invented

On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes

Smell up the bathroom like Craig pa was in it

Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it

Anyone can match me, I crack 'em all to Guinness

Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it

Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners

Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it

Prrr-p-p-p-p-pow!

Ah!

C'mon!

It just don't get no darker than that kid with the Parka (Uh!)

Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark (What?!)

Now I'm a fair nigga

But ain't nann nigga (uh!)

Quicker than the hair-trigga

So if you dare nigga (Uh! C'mon!)

It'll be like your man tryin' to hold yo' brain to yo' head

But you'll be shittin' on yourself, 'cause you already dead

And at the funeral, you won't need a casket (uh!)

Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket (uh! Uh!)

A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked (what?! What?!)

My moms never let me forget

That I'm a bastard (What?!)

I ain't never been shit

And ain't gon' be shit (uh! Uh!)

That's why I take shit

Whenever I see shit (uh! Uh!)

It's just that D shit

D's short for do what I wanna do (c'mon!)

And that's what I'm gonna do

Right here in front of you (yeah! Yeah!)

And I'll be runnin you and your man straight up out (uh!)

While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo!)

Ah!

C'mon!

Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (C'mon!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (Uh!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (What?!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (Uh!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

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 doin' it all the time (What?)

So you better get some better beats

And, uh, get some better rhymes (duh!)

You really, really, really wanna get shit started?

Well people everywhere

Just get retarded

Get retarded, get retarded!

People everywhere, just get retarded!

Wow! Uh!

That's right, baby!

Watch out, punk!

Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz!

Where the fuck you at?!

Bump that shit! Bump that shit!

Bump that shit! Bump that shit!

Ruff Ryders! Punk!