You wanted the worst, you've got the worst

The one, the only Limp Bizkit

We could've stopped, you wanted the best?

Then don't get the fuckin' Backstreet Boys CD

'Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit Balls made of steel

But don't hit me in the nuts though

Limp Bizkit's in the house

You ain't *** Les Claypool

(Prims)

Hit me

Fire cracker So there you go

Fifteen of your hard earned dollars

Right out the window

Most expensive piece of plastic

I've ever come across Fifteen dollars, fifteen dollars

On a shoddy piece of plastic

There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory Fred Durst, the man, the myth

The compulsive masturbatory

You love him, you hate him

You love to hate him Hello? Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad

My poppy gave my nose a tweak and told me I was bad

Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose The biggest word, that you've ever heard and this is how it goes

[Unverified]

Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious Ah, those were the days

I don't know

You got any more of that So what did you think, you were getting

A Celine Dion record?

No, no, no Young Bucky You laughed, you cried

You just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye

Limp Bizkit? I don't think so

Fred Durst? I don't know

But what the hell, I got paid

Goodbye now Rock the house

DJ Lethal rock the house

Limp Bizkit rock the house

DJ Lethal rock the house