| You wanted the worst
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| You’ve got the worst
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| The one, the only
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| Limp Bizkit
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| We could’ve stopped
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| You wanted the best?
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| Then don’t get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD!
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| Cause in this house it’s Limp motherfucking Bizkit!
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| Balls made of steel
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| But don’t hit me in the nuts though
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| Limp Bizkit’s in the house!
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| You ain’t shit!
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| Guest: Les Claypool (Primus)
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| Hit me!
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| Fire cracker
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| So there you go
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| Fifteen of your hard earned dollars, right out the window
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| Most epxensive piece of plastic Ive ever come across
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| Fifteen dollars
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| Fifteen dollars
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| On a shoddy piece of plastic
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| There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory
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| Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masterbator
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| You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him
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| Hello?
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| Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
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| My poppy gavew my nose a tweak, and told me I was bad
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| Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose
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| The biggest word, that you’ve ever heard, and this is how it goes
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| Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
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| Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious
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| Ah, those were the days
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| I don’t know
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| You got any more of that …
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| So what did you think, you were getting a Celine Dion record?
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| No no no young bucky
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| You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye
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| Limp Bizkit? |
| I dont think so
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| Fred Durst? |
| I dont know
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| But what the hell, I got paid
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| Goodbye now
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| Prop the DJ
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| Rock the house
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| DJ Lethal rock the house
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| Limp Bizkit rock the house
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| DJ Lethal rock the house |