Play the fucken' track!    Play that fucken' track!    Oh there it is    Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right y'all, Method Man    We just keep on Rollin' baby       Are you ready?!    Are you ready?!    Are you readyyyyyyy?????!!!!!!!      Move in, now move out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now    Breathe in, now breathe out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now       Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    What?    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh       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    Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care    See I ain't giving a fuck    When pressing your luck    Untouchable, branded unfuckable    So keep me in this cage    Until you run that mouth    Then I might have to play    And break the fuck out    And then we'll see who's left    After one round with X    And what am I bringing 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 readyyyyyyy?????!!!!!!!      Move in, now move out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now    Breathe in, now breathe out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now       Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    What?    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh       Oh what, y'all thought y'all were promotion me?    Check my dangerous slang    Atrocious    When I let these nuts hang    Focus    It's Wutang    What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish    I wave my black flag at the roaches    Who approach us    These twin supersoakers    Who have poisonous darts for copers    Too late to get your blowgun unholsted    You lept, light it up, and lightly toasted    So what?    I drink and smoke too much    So what?    I cut too much    Shut the fuck the up       Now when we roll    You mutherfuckers turn in your gold    Cause for the platinum    I'm jackin' niggers up in limos    It aint nothin' for bullets    To unbutton your clothes    This wretched yellow mellow tissue    Up in his nose    You bitches       Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts    I'm hairy as hell    Ahh to hell    And tatooed up    I'm a dog    Only fuck in the bathroom, what?    In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts       My name is Johnny Donny Brasco    Talk the gat low    Cut your cash flow    Yell if you want money    Funny how hungry they'll be    Snatch crumbs from me    Dark and hard    Mix bodies in the mosh pit       Yo, and I'm the D.O.    You're lookin' at the raw invented    On Friday I spit    Thirty five to forty minutes    Smell up the bathroom    Like Craig Paul was in it    Ending up on your back    Whose whore's up in it    Anyone can match me    I crack 'em all a Guiness    Fuck how many thugs are playas?    A ball is in it    Brick city, Shaolin    Better call 'em sinners    Boys that'll run up in your    White mall and spill it       Yo, peace and come on!       Move in, now move out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now    Breathe in, now breathe out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now       Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    What?    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh       It just don't get no darker than that    Kid with the park    Go ahead with the boots    And shoots to make it spark    Now I'm a fair nigger    But ain't there nigger    Quicker than the hair trigger    Took you dead nigger    It'd better like    Yo man, trying to hold your breath    In your head    Cause you'll be shitting on yourself    Cause you're already dead    And at the funeral you won't need a casket    I'm leaving just enough    For them to stuff their basket    But their skippin'    Task it    I'm gonna need my ass kicked    My mom never let me forget    That I'm a bastard    I aint never been shit    There ain't gonna be shit    That's why I take shit    But if I see shit    And to their D shit    D Sharp    Do what I wanna do    And that's what I'm gonna do    Right here in front of you    And I'll be running you    Wait up man, stand up out    Yeah niggers aint running a fucken' thing    But your mouth       Move in, now move out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now    Breathe in, now breathe out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now       Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    What?    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh       You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)    You cant 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're doing it all the time (what?)    So you'd better get some better beats    And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh!)    And if you really really really wanna get shit started    Then people everywhere just get retarded    Get retarded! Get retarded!   People everywhere just get retarded!       Move in, now move out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now    Breathe in, now breathe out    Hands up, now hands down    Back up, back up    Tell me what you're gonna do now       Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    What?    Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'    Uggh       That's right baby!    Punk    Limp Bizkit    DMX    Method Man    Red Man    Swizz Beats    Where the fuck you at?    Fuck that shit! x4   Ruff Ryders