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You the worst, you've got the worst
The one, the only Bizkit
We stopped, you wanted the best?
Then don't get the fuckin' Backstreet CD
'Cause in this house it's Limp Bizkit

Balls made of
But don't hit me in the nuts
Limp in the house
You ain't

Les
(Prims)
Hit me
cracker

So you go
Fifteen of your earned dollars
Right out the
Most expensive piece of
I've ever across

dollars, fifteen dollars
On a piece of plastic
There is it, Limp in all its glory

Durst, the man, the myth
The masturbatory
You him, you hate him
You to hate him

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

The biggest word, that you've ever and this is how it goes

Even thought he sound of it is something atrocious

Ah, were the days
I know
You got any more of

So what did you think, you getting
A Dion record?
No, no, no Bucky

You laughed, you
You just kissed fifteen bucks goodbye
Bizkit? I don't think so
Fred Durst? I know
But the hell, I got paid
now

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