Keepin' it real world wide baby   Limp Bizkits in the house so bring it on   I'd like to dedicate this song to you   For makin' my dreams come true for the millinum   Are you ready? Then get the fuck up      Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville   Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee and Lewiston Maine?   Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale   Portland, Orlando, Chicago and Frisco?   I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell   Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party   Met a child molester in Worcester   I need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix   I get silly when I play in Philly   Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City      Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver   Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas   In Cincinnati the girls call me Daddy   And I probably aint leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland   Found my lucky coin in Des Moine   And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena   We got the swing from New Orleans, Ft Worth and Dallas   We toast when we're tippin' up the Challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto   Mesa Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton   Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA      What can I say, I cant name'm all   So somebody, anybody, everybody   Get the fuck up   Show me what you got?   Show me what you got?   Hey ladies   Who's hot, who's not?   Who? Who?   Who's hot, who's not?      I can't help but believe in these friends   These bands, these stories and the places that I've been   I thank God, mom and dad, Adriana for the love I feel inside   Jordan, my phat ass band without 'em I'd be nothin'   But a pumpkin shoved inside a can   Without the fans there wouldn't be no show   And if that was really so then life would really blow   To the firm you always got my back   Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks      My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date   We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great   Scott Weiland the melody man if you can't sing it nobody can   Wu-Tang Clan skills from the method   The worlds best MC kills on this record   Slim shady crazy ass cracker, Staind a brand new drug for your brain   Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool   And all of the bands for the demos that were cool   I'm so grateful for this life of mine   The ones I didn't thank I will some other time      Now I just want somebody anybody, everybody   Get the fuck up   Show me what you got?   Show me what you got?   Hey ladies   Who's hot, who's not?   Who? Who?   Who's hot, who's not?   Who's hot, baby? Who's hot?      Alito, I like that big, bring in, bring in   I've been around this world and then some   Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?   I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages   Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious   An MC with bad habits I am, I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?   Comin' raw with no corrections savin' all perfections   For what I do with my erections so dream on