(Fred Durst)
Uh uh uh
Who could be the boss?
Look up to the cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up I’m sideways
I’m blazin up the path
On and on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code
I’m bashin all the media strikes
To keep the media dikes
As reinforcements for the fight
And that alone
Will keep John Gotti on the phone (haa haa)
I’m tangled in the zone
I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at? (Tical!)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now
(Shut the fuck up!)
I’m pluggin in them social skills
That keep my total bills
Above a million
Last time I checked it
Thank God I’m blessed with a mind that’ll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock em out
(Method Man)
They call me Big John Stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thug
And can’t stand the flood
What up Doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sureshot
Mr. Meth I’m unplugged (learn)
Temperatures too hot for sunblock (burn)
Playin wit minds
Will get you state time
Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine
Killa bees in the club
Wit his ladybug
Brought a sword to the dance floor
To cut a rug
Love is love all day
Till they throw slugs
And take another life in cold blood
Can’t feel me til its your blood
Murder rates tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
All praise is due
Im big like easy
And big bamboo
Chorus(Meth) 2x
Whats that, I didn’t hear you
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on, a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody in together now
(Shut the fuck up)
What huh
(Just shut the fuck up shut the fuck up)
(Meth)
Head strong dead calm ????
Dead weight to dead wrong
Lets get it on
Twelve rounds
I’ll throw down
Wu whole crown
Protect land wit 4 pound
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
Bust a scenario
Comin through your stereo