You wanted the worst
You've got the worst
The one, the only
Limp Bizkit
We could've stopped
We could've stopped
You wanted the best
Then go get the fucking
Backstreet Boys CD
'Cause in this house
It's Limp motherfucking Bizkit
Balls made of steel
Balls made of steel
But don't kick me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the house
Limp Bizkit's in the house
Limp Bizkit's in the house
Limp Bizkit's in the house
You ain't shit
You ain't shit motherfucker
Radio Sucks:
...
The Mind Of Les:
Hit me
Fire cracker
So there you go
Fifteen of your hard earned dollars
Right out the window
Most expensive piece of plastic
I've ever come across
Fifteen dollars
Fifteen dollars
On a shoddy piece of plastic
There is it
Limp Bizkit in all it's glory
Fred Durst, the man, the myth
The compulsive masturbator
You love him, you hate him
You love to hate him
Hello
Once when I was afraid to speak
When I was just a lad
My poppy gavew my nose a tweak
And told me I was bad
Then I learned a brilliant word
Saved my aching nose
The biggest word
That you've ever heard
And this is how it goes
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Even thought he sound of it
Is something quite atrocious
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Ah, those were the days
I don't know
You got any more of that
So what did you think
You were getting
A Celine Dion record
No, no, no young bucky
You laughed, you cried
You just kissed your
Fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit
I don't think so
Fred Durst
I don't know
But what the hell
I got paid
Goodbye now
