Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Drop Dead , by - Limp Bizkit. Release date: 22.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Just Drop Dead |
| Ok, where the hell you been? |
| Said that you’d been hanging with your cute girlfriend |
| Then I get a call, kinda woke me up Said that they saw you chillin’with this young little fuck, |
| I was kinda dazed and maybe confused, |
| Never woulda expected this terrible news, |
| Not only were you kissing this fool you been dissing |
| You were playing me out |
| Now you better listen |
| What the fuck is going on? |
| Who the fuck do you think you are? |
| (Bitch!) |
| Cause for alarm |
| Gonna put your shit begging me to stay |
| Even though you run your fucking mouth everyday! |
| I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass |
| Sure your mighty fine |
| But you crossed the fucking line |
| Now there’s no returnin' |
| This lesson that your learnin' |
| Pulling down your panties |
| And leave your ass burnin' |
| Cause I deserve more, |
| I deserve more |
| You act like a whore |
| So just drop dead |
| Just drop dead |
| Rewind |
| Back to the start (Go) |
| When we got together I gave you my heart |
| You made a few mistakes |
| But that’s how it goes |
| And every time I broke up you gave my ass a rose (aww) |
| Saying that your sorry |
| And I’m the only one |
| Believed you like a chump |
| While you were having fun |
| I was feelin’lonely |
| While you were with your hommie |
| Ain’t that a bitch? |
| Now your boy can blow me What the fuck is going on? |
| Who the fuck do you think you are? |
| (Bitch!) |
| Cause for alarm |
| Gonna put your shit begging me to stay |
| Even though you run your fucking mouth every day! |
| I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass |
| Sure your mighty fine |
| But you crossed the fucking line |
| Now there’s no returnin' |
| This lesson that your learnin' |
| Pulling down your panties |
| and leave your ass burnin' |
| Theres love |
| Theres lust |
| Then blood |
| Then guts |
| Your touch |
| My crutch |
| I trust you way too much |
| Theres love |
| Theres lust |
| Then blood |
| Then guts |
| Your touch |
| My crutch |
| I trust you way too much! |
| You gotta lotta fuckin’nerve! |
| Ya think this is a fuckin’tennis match? |
| (Bitch!) |
| Time for me to serve |
| John Mackinroe |
| Ready for me ho? |
| Its 15-love |
| Where the fuck they gonna go? |
| (Huh?) |
| Where the fuck you gonna go? |
| (Huh?) |
| Where the fuck you gonna go? |
| (Huh?) |
| What the fuck is going on? |
| Who the fuck do you think you are? |
| (Bitch!) |
| Cause for alarm |
| Gonna put your shit begging me to stay |
| Even though you run your fucking mouth every day! |
| I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass |
| Sure your mighty fine |
| But you crossed the fucking line |
| Now there’s no returnin' |
| This lesson that your learnin' |
| Pulling down your panties |
| And leave your ass burnin' |