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    Play the fucking track!
    Play that fucking track!!
    Oh there it is
    Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man
    That's right y'all
    We just keep on rollin baby
    Are you ready...
    Are you ready...
    Are you ready!!!


    Move in now move out!
    Hands up, now hands down!
    Back up! Back up!
    Tell me what you gonna do now!
    Breathe in, now breathe out!
    Hands up, now hands down!
    Back up! Back up!
    Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon!]
    Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]
    Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!]
    Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]
    Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

    [Fred Durst]
    Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here
    L I M P Bizkit is right here
    People in the house put them hands in the air
    Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care
    See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
    Untouchable, branded unfuckable
    So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth
    Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out
    And then we'll see you slept after one round wit X
    And what am I bringin next, just know it's Red and Meth
    So where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up
    And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up

    Are you ready...
    Are you ready...
    Are you ready!!!


    [Method Man]
    Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
    Check my, dangerous slang atrocious
    When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
    What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
    I wave my black flag at the roaches
    Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers
    Who have poisonous darts for culprits
    Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
    You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
    So what, I drink and smoke too much
    So what I cuss too much, *shut the fuck up!*

    Yo, yo, now when we roll
    You motherfuckers tuck in your gold
    Cuz for the platinum, I'm jackin niggas up in limos
    It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
    Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
    You bitches, swing the vine on the bathroom nuts
    I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up
    I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what
    In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

    [Method Man]
    My name is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
    Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
    Yell if you want money, funny
    A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
    Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit

    Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented
    On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
    Smell up, the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it
    Endin up, on your back, Wu swords up in it
    Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness
    Fuck how many thugs, players, and ballers in it
    Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners
    Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
    Yo we said c'mon!!


    [DMX] It just don't get no darker than that kid with the barker
    Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark
    I'm a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga
    Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare nigga
    It'll be like your man tryin to hold your brain to your head
    But you'll be shittin on yourslef cuz you already dead
    And at the funeral you won't need a casket
    Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket
    Just get the casket, I really need my ass kicked
    My mom never let me forget, that I'm a bastard
    I aint never been shit, and aint gon' be shit
    That's why I taste shit, whenever I see shit
    It's just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
    And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you
    And I'll be runnin you and your man straight up out
    And y'all niggas aint runnin a fuckin thing but your mouth

    [DMX bark]


    You, wanna mess with Limp Bizkit [yeah]
    You can't mess with Limp Bizkit [why?]
    Because we get it on, [when?] every day and every night [oh]
    See this platinum thing right here? [uh huh]
    Well we doin it all the time [what?]
    So you better get some better beats
    And uh, get some better rhymes [oooh!]
    You really, really, really wanna get shit started
    Well people everywhere just get retarded
    Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere just get retarded!


    That's right baby!
    Watch out punk!
    Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman!
    And Swizz Beatz!
    Where the fuck you at?! [DMX bark]
    Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit!
    Ruff Ryders! Punk!

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