Who can be the boss
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Look up to the cross
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Stranded in the land of the lost
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Standin up, I'm sideways
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I'm blazin up the path
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Runnin on the highways of rap
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Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
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Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
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Dashin all the meteor strikes
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Keep the media dykes
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As re-enforcements for the fight
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And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
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Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
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Where the fuck you at
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Tical
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Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
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Shut the fuck up
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I'm pluggin in them social skills
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That keep my total bills over a million
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The last time I checked it
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Thank god I'm blessed with the mind that
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I wreck it
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Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out
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They call me big John stud
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My middle name mud
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Dirty water flow
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Too much for you thugs
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That can't stand the flood
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What up doc
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Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
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The sure shot
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Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
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Learn
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Temperature's too hot for sunblock
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Burn
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Playin with minds can get you state time
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Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
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Killa bees in tha club when there's ladybug
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Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
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Love is love all day till they both slug
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And take another life in cold blood
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Can't feel me
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Cause it's your blood
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Murder is tremendous
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Crime is endless
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Same shit different day
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Father forgive us
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They know not what they do
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Our praises do
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I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo
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*What's that, I didn't hear you
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Shut the fuck up!
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Come on a little louder
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Shut the fuck up!
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Everybody N 2 Gether now
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Shut the fuck up!
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wow shut the fuck up
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ho shut the fuck up
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*RepeatX2
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Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
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Deadweight they dead wrong
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Let's get it on
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Twelve rounds of throwdown
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Who hold crown
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Protect land with both pound
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Limp Bizkit
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Get around like merry-go
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What's the scenario
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Comin through your stereo
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Why risk it
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Lifestyle up the prolific and gifted
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Eight essential vitamins and minerals
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Delicious
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Word on the street is
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They bit my thesis
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Knocked out their front teethes
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Tryin to taste mine
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Actin like they heard through the grapevine
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Dope fiendin for the baseline
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To provide rhyme
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Pharmaceuticals
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Hard as nails to the cuticles
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Where you find that monster
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She beautiful
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Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
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Roll on the check
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Kick a hole in the speaker
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Pull the plug and inject
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Mic check
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So what's it all about
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Where we gonna run
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Maybe we can meet up on the sun
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Discretion is advised
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For the blood of virgin eyes
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Limpin on the track with Method
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So get the sunblock
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You get your one shot
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Until you dissolve
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I revolve around everything you got
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From outta nowhere prepare
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You'll be blinded by the glare
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I told you not to stare
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Now you're turned into stone
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Without a microphone
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But don't you forget you're in the zone
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So shut the fuck up!
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And take that shit back
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Cause all your shit's whack
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Doodoo is doodoo
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When it's way down like that
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Burnin up your brain like a piston
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So all those who didn't listen
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Never even knew what they were missin
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And never even knew that the sky was fallin down
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Wu-Tang Clan for the crown
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**What's that, I didn't hear you
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Shut the fuck up!
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Come on a little louder
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Shut the fuck up!
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Everybody N2 Gether now
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Shut the fuck up!
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wow shut the fuck up
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ho shut the fuck up
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**Repeat X4
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It was over your head all day every day
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S-I-N-Y
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1-0-3-0-4
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Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
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B-I-Z-K-I-T
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Gotta know the time
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Gotta know to rhyme
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It ain't easy bein greezy
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In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
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We gone
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Peace
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N 2Gether Now (All In Together Now)
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| Limp Bizkit |
