Dj....Premier...      [Fred Durst]   Uh uh uh   Who could be the boss?   Look up to the cross   Stranded in the land of the lost   Standin up I'm sideways   I'm blazin up the path    on and on the highways of rap   Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal   Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code   I'm bashin all the media strikes   To keep the media dikes    As reinforcements for the fight   And that alone   Will keep John Gotti on the phone (haa haa)   I'm tangled in the zone    I got the bees on the track   Where the fuck you at? (Tical!)   Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now   (Shut the fuck up!)   I'm pluggin in them social skills    That keep my total bills   Above a million   Last time I checked it   Thank God I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it   Wait until the second round and knock em out      [Method Man]   They call me Big John Stud   My middle name Mud   Dirty water flow    Too much for you thug   And can't stand the flood    What up Doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd   The sureshot   Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (learn)   Temperatures too hot for sunblock (burn)   Playin wit minds   will get you state time   Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine   Killa bees in the club   Wit his ladybug   Brought a sword to the dance floor   To cut a rug   Love is love all day   Till they throw slugs   And take another life in cold blood   Can't feel me til its your blood   Murder rates tremendous   Crime is endless   Same shit different day   Father forgive us   They know not what they do   All praise is due   Im big like easy   And big bamboo      [Chorus (Meth) 2x]      Whats that, I didn't hear you   (Shut the fuck up)   Come on, a little louder   (Shut the fuck up)   Everybody in together now   (Shut the fuck up)   What huh   (Just shut the fuck up shut the fuck up)      [Meth]   Head strong dead calm ??   Dead weight to dead wrong   Lets get it on   Twelve rounds    I'll throw down    Wu whole crown   Protect land wit 4 pound   Limp Bizkit   Get around like merry-go   Bust a scenario   Comin through your stereo   Why risk it   Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted   8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious   Word on the street is   They bit my thesis   Knocked out they front teefers   Tryin to taste mine   Actin like they heard it through the grapevine   Dope fiendin for the bassline 2 for 5 rhyme   Pharmacuticals    hard as nails to the cuticles   Where you find that monster she beautiful   Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set   Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug and inject      [Fred Durst]   Mic check   So whats it all about? (bout)   And where we gonna run? (run)   Maybe we can meet up on the sun   Discretion is advised   For the blood emergin eyes   We limpin on the track with the Method   So get the sunblock (sunblock)   You gettin one shot (haa)   Until you dissolve   I revolve   Around everything you got   From outta nowhere   Prepare   You be blinded by the glare   I told you not to stare   Now you're turned into stone   Without a microphone   But don't you forget you're in a zone   (So shut the fuck up)   And take that shit back   'cause all your shits wack   (Doo doo is doo doo)   When its weighed out like that   Burnin up your brain like a piston   So all those that didn't listen   Now they even knew what they were missin   And now they even knew the sky was fallin   Down   Wu Tang Clan for the crown      [Chorus 2x]      [Meth]   It was over your head   All day and every day   S I N Y 10304   Wu Tang Killa Bees   And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T   Y'all know the time   Y'all know the rhyme   It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness   And, you know, all that other madness   We gone Peace      Limp Bizkit   Method Man   Rock the house y'all   Bring it on