you better shoot to kill All that flossin' ain't gon' do Bring a gun without the clip And for the rest of your life You'll be walkin' around with a half-ass limp
(The road) But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums While Dave, the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp
Gimme some guitars punk Sweet Leth Limp Bizkit in the house What fucken' house? Seattle baby Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind Bring the noise Bass
little girls fillin' up the world today With the good comes the bad, the bad comes the good But I'ma live my life like I should Now all the critics
where you've been and where you'll end up if you fail Nothing's worse than loosing words, your honor, or your way Don't apologize to me I won't criticize
no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp Ain't got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp Money exempt, instead you niggas are blimp And every
he opens up the gate Binding revelation is laid upon His plate That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of hate And God help the critic of the dawn
Limp Bizkit - Mission Impossible 2 Theme l attention in the world today All the little girls fillin up the world today When good comes to bad
straight You ride the best cars, eat good, and drink fat You can't do this shit without me don't you ever think that Recognize my bald head and my gangsta limp
'Gimme some guitars punk, that's better Sweet Leaf Limp Bizkit in the house What fucken' house? Seattle baby Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind Bring the
Ain't no cash just fallin out the sky You hella high But why why did she touch the tie? But I start on full wit a gangsta limp Morris couldn't see this
behind the eyelids Get away sticks go limping hole place The smile sucked up most of her face Truly you beat the scene so surreal And each criticism
she listen to what the MC said She might as well plug the RCA cords into her head Taking that into consideration, at the center of creation Cats still criticize
he showed prose in his time compose lies his rib cage hungry not just for my mic blocked every blow with his face and now he spits with a limp and thinks
thumbs But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums While Dave the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp
wont do for the chips And this be speaking from my heart, so I ain't using my lips Like a ventriloquist, and as I stand killing this While this rain, critics
Living in a world full of jealousy Jealous muthafuckas Can?t stop my shine Don?t hate the rhyme Jealousy is pitiful Situation gettin critical Analyze
of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city and true I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics