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Counterfeit

Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
You're freakin' me
Out you

Wear a mask - 5x
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
You're freakin' me
Out you
Wear a...fake
Hey man wake up and smell the concrete
Strange to see you've changed like the LB
Could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
Reality bites but that's what life is
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior
Hate what God gave ya, fakin all the flava
Artificial minds seekin out the new trends
Get in where you fit in
Quit thinkin like a has-been diggin in my culture
Let me let your punks know I'm an old school soldier
With the funk flow
A damn shame you wanna change yourself
{chorus}
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
I wonder, I wonder
I wonder what it's like to be a clone
Doin' nothin, nothin' on my own
Alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style
Filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat)
So if your fakin that you're phat you need a ballbat
Right where your head is at
All your desperation causes separation
Now I grab the mic to intimidate
Your weakness screams from the limb on your siren
Phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick
Pain for the fakers fame can't maintain
{chorus}
All these phonies
You disregarded your life (disregaurded your life)
You disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
You've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my
Family
But I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my
Gaurd)
So you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
But you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
Just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
You're freaking me out you
Wear a mask called counterfeit - 2x
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit - 4x
Now you're steadily startin to change
You wanna rearrange your lifestyle with live like the wild child
With the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
A lie but you deny you're a fake
You know we figured you're a phony (fake)
You know we figured you out (fake)
You know we figured you out, figured you out, figured you out
Fake [a bunch of times]
You're probably freaking me out [a bunch of times]

 

Cowgirls From Hell

Fire it up!
C'mon.

Fire it up!
Fire it up!
C'mon.

Good news the sky is fallin,
UFO's with stereos,
They keep on callin Freddy D and,
Tellin me I need to be in Clevland.
Wait a minute! One suggestion,
Go to Portland, look at breasts and,
All around the world in 3 minutes
These aliens never seem to get it.
Huh? I'm dreamin, wake me up and,
Beam me up, cause I'm red to go.
Gimmie cow girls, gimmie spaceships,
Gimmie powers, like The Matrix.
Oh my god, I lost my direction,
Anime girls, my collection.
All this time, I've been paying dues.
And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3

Oh no! There's a cop at the door and he
wanna stop all the mosh from the floo.
Whoa! They wanna keep me in line,
So I freak me a rhyme for your mind,
Then I'm dressed to kill.
Whoa! Gas chamber, take it slow and,
Grab your partner, Dosey-Doe and,
Be my guest with, the young and restless.
B-I-Z-K-I-T all day.
Dr. Evil, the chief inspector.
Hannibal Lecter, he's my cousin.
At least a dozen, aliens are inside my oven.
Eyes are buggin.
Tyler Durden just left a message.
But rock and hip hop, I'm all your left with.
And all this time, I've been paying dues.
And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3

C'mon. Fire it up! yee-ha x3
Fire it up! C'mon.

Gimmie one one.
Gimmie two two.
Gimmie three three.
Gimmie four four.
Gimmie five five.
Why you squeeling like a what? Like a pig.
Weeeee (whole x4)

All the cowgirls say: Giddeyup Giddeyup.
Let's try it cowgirls. C'mon.
Giddeyup Giddeyup.
And all the cowboys say: Fire it up!
Let's try it cowboys.
Fire it up!

Cowgirls: Giddeyup Giddeyup x3

Aight Now

Cowboys: Fire it up! x3

Go ahead call the law, quickdraw.
Lockin up on your jaw, limpdawg.
In the form of a gorilla, forrilla.
Better known as a backstreet killa.
High speed. Ride the lightning.
Ladies dance, with no underpants.
Cause I'm living low, my flow on your creep,
And I'm a vampire startin fires in the street.
Huh? Pulp Fiction, microchip in-side my lip and, I'm red to go.
So outragious, it's contagious.
Teleport me, back to Vegas.
Angelina, the perfect form.
I'm the panty sniffer.
The Perfect Storm.
And all this time,
I've been paying dues, And speaking my mind,
Ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3

C'mon.

Fire it up! yee-ha x3
Fire it up! C'mon.

 

Crack Addict

You say one for the trouble
And two for the times
One for the trouble and two for the times
One for the trouble and two for the times
Come on, y'all, let's rock (x2)

Right about now
It's time to get busy
One, two thrizzy.
Shut the fuck up!
And bring That ballistic
Riff from the Bizkit
Straight through the speakers
With the (hey, hey)
Check this future shock
Of rock revolution, punk (oh my god! )
Here it comes, so shut it up.
You keep on talking
We gonna shut your ass
Straight the fuck up
Call the cops
Look up into the stands
Gotta another riot on our hands
I Pull this mic
Straight out my toolkit
To fix you wannabe's
That ruined all the music
But nevermind
Those Phonies never get it
The Phonies just Deny It
Cause rockin Aint a diet
Apocolypse now
Who's talking shit now
Gimme the countdown
3... 2... 1

Urgghhh... Here we go again
Right now, Let's go
Me and you, Toe to toe
So we can rock
We can roll
Here we go again
Right now, Let's go
Me and you, Toe to toe
So we can rock
We can roll

You say one for the trouble
And two for the times
One for the trouble and two for the times
One for the trouble and two for the times
Come on, y'all, let's rock

Now I'm gonna full up my lungs with some butane
Turn the mic into a flame
Damn! that shit's hot
Super heavy
Built like a Chevy
And I ain't really mad at the (hey hey)
My significant, chocolate,
Three dollar bills from the cockpit (oh my god! )
Round two!
You ready for a break?
You keep on talking I'm gonna
Break you up something like this
Full throttle
Better be prepared
Coming with the kick and the snare
And I'm Down right dirty
Ruthless movement
Why'd you have to ruin all the music
No stopping till we're
Knock knock knockin' on heavens door
Pedal on the floor
Apocalypse now
Who's Talking shit now
Gimme the countdown
3... 2... 1...

Urgghhh... Here we go again
Right now, Let's go
Me and you, Toe to toe
So we can rock
We can roll
Here we go again
Right now, Let's go
Me and you, Toe to toe
So we can rock
We can roll

I wanna tell you,
Tell to your face right now
Not really sure that
Not really sure I know how
But I'ma try
I'ma try
Give you a piece of my mind
Gonna try
Gonna try
And I hope you don't mind
I'm a crack addict
That's right I'm a crack addict
You heard me I'm a crack addict
I'm addicted to crackin' skulls when punks start static!
It's time to panic
I'm addicted to crackin' skulls when punks start static!
It's time to panic
I'm addicted to crackin' skulls when punks start static!

Here we go again
Right now, Let's go
Me and you, Toe to toe
So we can rock
We can roll
Here we go again
Right now, Let's go
Me and you, Toe to toe
So we can rock
We can roll

I don't give a fuck
Who Talks
That Shit -
Fuck your
Fake ass -
All talk
And
No action!

 

Creamer

(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)

Hey kid, who you looking at?
Why you standin all up in my face like that?
You at never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knocking on your baseball cap?
You better step about 10 paces back
Or you be layin where your shoelaces at
Go do what your momma told you
And don't be actin like a punk
Thinking you a soldier
I see you gotta yourself cell phone
I gotta number you can dial son
Make it 911
Tell them stop at Hef's house on the way kid
Pick up some Playmates
But only if they're naked
I don't know how they do it in your city
But here we're getting down to the nitty gritty
And I hate to put you out like that
But you been burnin like a fire with a mouth like that

Take me back to yesterday
Rolling dice and getting laid
Everything was A okay
Ohhhohhhooooh
But now and then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talking this and that again
Ohhhohhhoooohohhhhhoo

Let's brake it down for a minute
And roll it all up in third gear for a minute
I got the 21s rubbin on my Benz and
I got girlies in the back rubbin on my friends and
I don't really give a fuck about
What these playa hating pussies give a fuck about
Cause I'm a night ranger
Never been a stranger
My 2 way pagers looking for some danger
Zoolander hit you with the magnum
Everybody get your groove on if you have one
And if you ain't got it then admit it
It's Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it
All around it this '45 Prievo(?)
Everywhere that we go
We watch it on the TiVo
And now you're laying in the bed you made
Drinking Hatorade
Think about it

Take me back to yesterday
Rolling dice and getting laid
Everything was A okay
Ohhhohhhooooh
But now and then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talking this and that again
Ohhhohhhoooohohhhhhoo

Thinking that your all that and then some
I got news for you
Still thinking that your all that and then some
Man I got news for you

Let me guess, you ain't that impressed
Mr. Hali-tosis of the breath
Living lifestyles of the wish you were
From the bad guys of the thrifty-goods
Got room to talk kid
I been layin this track since North Cacilac
And the very first day you fell off the sack
Always in fat laces spinnin on my back
Let me think let me move let me ride
Let me put some funk in the trunk
Memory that can ease your pain
Like a melody from Kurt Kobain

Cause you never know when it's all gonna end
And you never know when you call on a friend
You better take a step to prepare yourself
Cause the way your livin now ain't good for your health

Thinking that your all that and then some
I got news for you
Still thinking that your all that and then some
Man I got news for you
Thinking that your all that and then some
I got news for you
Still thinking that your all that and then some
Man I got news for you

 

Crushed

It's limp bizkit
And this is how we learn

You can't talk to me
You're not supposed be, in my face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
You gotta talk that shit,
You gotta keep that dog-ass breath
All up in my face

But I remember when,
You would never lie to a friend
Cause you were so high,
You were so shy,
You were so fucked up anyway

Life keeps on tickin'
Tickin' tickin' into the future
Cause this is how we learn
Somebody better stop me
Or at least stop this beat
Before we start getting outta hand
Cause this is how we learn
And this is how we burn
Somebody better stop me
Or at least stop this beat
Before we start getting outta hand
Cause this is how we learn
And this is how we burn

You can't erase me,
I'm alive as I can be, in your face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
Just gotta turn out like this,
You're gonna burn out like this all up in my face
But I remember how
You said you want it all and you want it now
Cause you were so young,
You were so dumb
You were so fucked up anyway

Life keeps on tickin'
Tickin' tickin' into the future
Cause this is how we learn
Somebody better stop me
Or at least stop this beat
Before we start getting outta hand
Cause this is how we learn
And this is how we burn
Somebody better stop me
Or at least stop this beat
Before we start getting outta hand
Cause this is how we learn
And this is how we burn

Think about it (think about it),
Think about it (think about it)
Oh my (oh my), where you at (where you at)?
C'mon(c'mon)
I know you feelin' it baby (feelin' it baby)
I know you feelin' that (feelin' that)
C'mon
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
Cause my styyyyyyyyyyyyle is identical to none
(Identical to none)
Outta here (outta here)
I'm getting' the hell outta here (hell outta here)
Limp bizkit style (limp bizkit style)
Hey lethal wait up ( hey lethal wait up)

 

Dance Floor

Stop feelin' sorry for yourself you got your health I'll call the wealth*
So what you fell, scrapes your knee.
I can't believe you got the nerve to deserve me.
Well I'm busy can't you see, take a peek.
Now please leave me alone when I'm on the phone of god.
The caller I'd alerts they bring the bomb squad.
Bad kids have the licks, when it fits, the time flys.
Mystical your hits open eyes don't look suprised. (playa)

Well indisguise.

Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
Did you get your cross.
I look, one taste is all it took.
Put back that piece you took.

Reapin' the benefits, sold the seats you label this.
Hope be keep on your feet come back in like a nemesis.
Look he's on your back attack steppin' daily.
And suckers walk away everyday, they're born lazy.
Save me from the songs of remorse while you're brainless.
Reality is challenging for you spit out the weakness.
Well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California.
There's more than met your eye you disguise.
It's so poetic but pathetic.

Self
Self
Pathetic
Pathetic, symphatic
Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
Did you get your cross.
I look, one taste is all it took.
Put back that piece you took.

Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
Can't afford the ride how come you wanna get on.
It's not free, it's not free.
Put back that piece you took.

Take it cause you look in their bag of tricks,
At the one they call co-real.
Little did you know that you are playin' in my ballfield
Sugar, well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California
(Butta getta letta wooba) if you let it.

Your pathetic self.
Pathetic self.
So pathetic, symphatic.

Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
Did you get your cross.
I look, one taste is all it took.

Livin' it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
Can't afford the ride how come you wanna get on.
It's not free, it's not free.
Put back that piece you took.

Well I guess I should of warned ya.
This ain't California
So I guess I could've warned of ya.
This ain't California.

Flat pay attention co-real.
Little did you know that you are playin' in my ballfield.
Sugar, well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California.
(Butta getta letta wooba) if you let it.
Pathetic

 

Doing Time on a Rock Line

3...4...Alright everybody out there
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.
But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

 

Don't Go Off Wandering

Every day it's nothing but stress to me
Constantly dwellin' on how you got the best of me
Wanna know somethin I can't believe
The way you keep testin' me
And mentally molesting me
Would you think any less of me
If I said that I'd be there
Would you think any less of me
If I said I really care
Of course you would
Cause you only want what you can't have
As for me I'm stuck with my dick in my hand
Because you don't feel nothing at all
You don't feel nothing at all

Maybe there's more to life than it seems
Constantly running from reality chasing dreams
Wanna know somethin' I can't believe
Just how much misery comes with humility
Do you think any less of me now that I'm gone
Look at me now
Everything is gone
I can't seem to do anything right
But I figured out why you don't let me inside
Because you don't feel nothing at all
You don't feel nothing at all
Nothing at all

You need nothing from me now
So you think I'm useless to you now
But I need one thing from you now
I insist that you feel me now
you said, you said, you said you needed me, you said, you said, you said, you said, you said, you said
You don't feel nothing at all
You don't feel nothing at all

 

Douche Bag

One for the trouble
Two for the bass
Three to get ready
Let's rock this place

Hooded in black
Dropping vengeance upon your back
Because you ain't jack
Talking smack
Consequences the game reacts
With a pain attack
Trim the fat
Go the distance the bizkit's back
You get no slack
Spray the gat
Back the clip with the riff attack
Fake the black

Your feeling like your really that invincible
Reality will leave you feeling terrible
This moment is past the point of critical
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag

I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

What's the problem
You got problems
You ain't seen we got the brain to solve them
Bring the horror I ain't scared
Your about a as scary as a freak at a fair
You ain't hard you think you is
You just mad because I speak like this
You just crying because you ain't go milk
Got nothing to spill while this mic's on tilt

Your feeling like your really that invincible
Reality will leave you feeling terrible
This moment is past the point of critical
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

What's with this talk and no play
There ain't nothing left to say
Lie in that bed that you made
After we blow you away

What's with this talk and no play
There ain't nothing left to say
Lie in that bed that you made
After we blow you away

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
I'm a fuck you up

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
I'm a fuck you up

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
I'm a fuck you up

I'm a fuck you up
I'm a fuck you up
I'm a fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag
I'm a fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

 

Drown

It's getting closer to the end, every part of me
Then disaster takes its toll and now I'm left with only me
Maybe sorrow plays a role when you feel unkind
Your abuse is medicine,and im forever lost in time

Save me, save me before I drown
Save me, save me before I drown

It's getting closer to the end, I look back and smile
We conquered every single bump in my road, made it all worthwhile
Just remember how I cared when it came crashing down
I'd like to toast to all those angels that were always hanging 'round

Save me, save me before I drown
Save me, save me before I drown, drown
whoa, whoa

Maybe life ain't what it seems, 'cause it's all a dream
Forgive me
Sometimes I feel like a fool, 'cause I'm so uncool
Forgive me

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