DJ Mia   Uhh, uhh, uhh      Who can 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   Runnin' on the highways of rap   Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal   Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode   I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes   As re enforcements for the fight   And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone   Yea      Tangled in his own   I got the Bees on the track   Where the fuck you at?   (Tical)   Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now   (Shut the fuck up)   I'm pluggin' in them social skills   That keep my total bills over a million   The last time I checked it   Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it   Wait until the second round   I'll knock him out      They call me Big John Stud   My middle name Mud   Dirty water flow   Too much for you thugs   That can't stand the flood   What up doc?   Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot   Mr. Meth I'm unplugged   (Plugged)   Learn   Temperature's too hot for sunblock   (Burn)      Playin' with minds can get you state time   Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind   Killa Bees in the club when there's ladybug   Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug   Love is love all day 'til they both slug   And take another life in cold blood   Can't feel me?   'Cause it's your blood   Murder is tremendous, crime is endless   Same shit different day   Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do   I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo      What's that, I didn't hear you?   (Shut the fuck up)   Come on a little louder   (Shut the fuck up)   Everybody 'n' 2 gether now   (Shut the fuck up)   What?   (Jus' shut the fuck up)   What?   (Jus' shut the fuck up)   What's that, I didn't hear you?   (Shut the fuck up)   Come on a little louder   (Shut the fuck up)   Everybody 'n' 2 gether now   (Shut the fuck up)   What?   (Shut the fuck up)   What?   (Shut the fuck up)      Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn   Deadweight they dead wrong   Let's get it on, twelve rounds of throwdown   Who hold crown?   Protect land with both pound   Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go   What's the scenario?   Comin' through your stereo   Why risk it?   Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted   Eight essential vitamins and minerals   Delicious      Word on the street is, they bit my thesis   Knocked out their front teethes   Tryin' to taste mine   Actin' like they heard through the grapevine   Dope fiendin' for the baseline, to provide rhyme   Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle   Where you find that monster?   She beautiful   Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit   (Limp Bizkit)   Roll on the set   Kick a hole in the speaker   Pull the plug and then jet      Mic check   So what's it all about?   Where we gonna run?   Maybe we can meet up on the sun   Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes   Limpin' on the track with Method   So get the sunblock   You get your one shot, until you dissolve   I revolve around everything you got   From outta nowhere prepare   You'll be blinded by the glare   I told you not to stare      Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone   (Phone)   But don't you forget you're in the zone   (So shut the fuck up)   And take that shit back   'Cause all your shit's whack   Doodoo is doodoo   When it's weighed out like that   Burnin' up your brain like a piston   So all those who didn't listen   Never even knew what they were missin'   And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down   Wu Tang clan for the crown      What's that, I didn't hear you?   (Shut the fuck up)   Come on a little louder   (Shut the fuck up)   Everybody 'n' 2 gether now   (Shut the fuck up)   What?   (Shut the fuck up)   What?   (Just shut the fuck up)   What's that, I didn't hear you?   (Shut the fuck up)   Come on a little louder   (Shut the fuck up)   Everybody 'n' 2 gether now   (Shut the fuck up)   What?   (Shut the fuck up)   What?   (Just shut the fuck up)      It was over your head all day every day   S I N Y, One O Three O Four   Wu Tan Killa Bees,   And the Limp B I Z K I T   Ya know the time, ya know to rhyme   It ain't easy bein' greezy   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)      {Hey wait up, where you guys goin' ?   You're not recordin' are you?   Are you?   I'm all alone   I can't do this   Feel it, uh   Feel it   You guys feel it out there?   Check your head if you feel it   Hey, hey, hey   Every day is brighter than the next day   At least that's what you think   Every day is brighter than the next day   At least that's what you think}