| Hey yo dawg… I got some shit on my motha f*ckin' chest… that
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| I need to get I need to get off cause, if I don’t…
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| I’m gonna f*ckin explode, or somethin'
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| Now look — this is a story about…
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| some little f*ckin' girls that I know
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| It goes like this…
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| It’s so easy for me to make enemies any more it’s sickening
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| People are lookin' for an excuse to jump on my shitlist
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| Stickin their noses in shit that isn’t none of their business
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| I never asked, cared, gave a f*ck, or wanted opinions
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| Now I’m in the position that, I don’t wanna be in shit
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| I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches
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| But now the shit is broke and you can’t do nothin to fix it
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| So I’m tellin you right now — motherF*CK a Limp Bizkit
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| Now I’m gonna be real, B-Real was real
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| He ain’t say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin'
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| see he chilled
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| He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral
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| I’d have never involved my crew if it wasn’t for Pupils
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| Peoples, whatever your backpackin cypherin name is
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| Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin and
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| I’da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies
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| Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies
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| Hit the studio and I’ll admit, I had a few in me
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| Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain’t mad at you any
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| But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked
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| I’da never gave you that much attention intentionally
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| Then I look on the TV, now look who’s mentionin me
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| That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV
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| After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV
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| Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me?
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| Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song
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| Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong?
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| What’s wrong? |
| You scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too
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| I shoulda knew better than to listen to you
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| You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you
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| They don’t hate you
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| They just think you’re corny since Christina played you
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| And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back
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| That’s a sissy act, and don’t call me kissin my a*s
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| Cause I swear to God this ain’t just a song I’m tryin to pre-warn you
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| Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I’m swingin on you!
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| Motherfuckers must think cause I’m in trouble with the law
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| that I won’t jaw 'em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow
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| Y’all some — girrrrls — y’all are some god damn girls
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| Why do you act this way? |
| — Why do you act this way huh?
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| Why do y’all act like f*ckin sissies you pus*ies
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| keep talkin shit behind my back you just some b*tches for that
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| And we all know — we all know, hah
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| How fuckin cowards rollll — «keep rollin rollin rollin»
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| In fuckin Bentley’s and pretend to be down
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| But as soon as someone calls you out
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| You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn
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| Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs
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| I’m a man, I can stand on my feet
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| So if you don’t wanna be in 'em all I ask
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| Is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion
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| and I won’t put you in 'em
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| Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs
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| To be involved in my beefs
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| I’m a man, I can stand on my feet
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| So if you don’t wanna be in 'em all I ask
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| is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion
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| and I won’t put you in 'em
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| Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on
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| But if I help you sell one record
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| and I see you at a show, I’ll strip you naked
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| See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends
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| Now I got five dawgs that’ll die for me like I’ll die for them
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| I’ll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim
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| All of 'em been with me through this fucked up life that I’m in
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| That goes for all of my dogs, from |