Ladies and gentleman, here comes the stone rapper
but tonight they gonna do it all in together
Who can be the boss? Look up to the cross
We stranded in the land of the lost
Standing up, I'm sideways, I'm blazing up the path
Running on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
Dashing all the meteor strikes, keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
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 plugging 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
I waited until the second round, I'll knock him out
They call me big John Stud, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, yoo 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, learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock, burn
Playing 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 bigbamboo
What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up
Come on a little louder, shut the fuck up
Everybody N 2gether now, shut the fuck up
What? Shut the fuck up, 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 2gether now, shut the fuck up
What? Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throw down, who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound, Limp Bizkit
Get around like Merry-Go, what's the scenario?
Coming 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, trying to taste mine
Acting like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiending for the baseline to provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cubicle
Where you find that monster, she beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit, roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug and inject
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
We limping 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 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 way down like that
Burning up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missing
And never even knew that the sky was falling 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 2gether now, shut the fuck up
What? Shut the fuck up, 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 2gether now, shut the fuck up
What? Shut the fuck up, 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 2gether now, shut the fuck up
What? Shut the fuck up, 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 2gether now, shut the fuck up
What? Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
It was over your head all day every day, S-I-N-Y
1-0-3-0-4, Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
Gotta know the time, gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy being greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
We gone, Peace
