Play the f*ckin' track!
Play that f*ckin' track!
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right y'all, Method Man
We just keep on Rollin' baby

Are you ready?! (3x)

(Chorus 1)

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

(Chorus 2)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Uggh
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Uggh
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Now I know y'all be lovin' this sh*t 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, then we don't care
See I ain't giving a f*ck
Quit pressing your luck
Untouchable, branded unf*ckable
So keep me in this cage
Until you run that mouth
Then Ima have to plague
And break the f*ck out
And then we'll see who's left
After one round with X
And what am I bringing next?
Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the f*ck you at?
Punk, shut the f*ck up
And back the f*ck up
While we f*ck this track up

Are you ready?! (3x)

Chorus 1, Chorus 2

Oh what, y'all thought y'all weren't goin' to see me?
Check my dangerous slang
Atrocious
When I let these nuts hang
Focus
It's Wutang
What the f*ck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approach us
These twin supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for cobras
Too late to get your blowgun unholstered
You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what?
I drink and smoke too much
So what?
I cus too much
Shut the f*ck the up

Now when we roll
You motherf*ckers toppin' your goal
Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
It ain't nothin' for bullets
To unbutton your clothes
This wretched yellow mellow tissue
Up in his nose
You bitches

Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
I'm hairy as hell
Ahh to hell
And tatooed up
I'm a dog
Only f*ck in the bathroom, what?
In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is Johnny Donny Brascoe
Talk the gat low
Cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money
Funny how hungry they'll be
Snatch crumbs from me
Dark and hard
Mix bodies in the mosh pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O.
You're lookin' at the raw invented
On Friday I spent
Thirty five to forty minutes
Smell up the bathroom
Like Craig Paul was in it
Ending up on your back
Whose whore's up in it
Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all a Guinness
f*ck how many thugs are playas?
A ball is in it
Brick city, Shaolin
Better call 'em sinners
Boys that'll run up in your
White mall and spill it

Yo, peace and come on!

Chorus 1, Chorus 2

It just don't get no darker than that
Kid with the park
Go ahead with the boots
And shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigger
But ain't there nigger
Quicker than the hair trigger
Took you dead nigger
It'd better like
Yo man, trying to hold your brains
In your head
But you'll be sh*tting on yourself
Cause you're already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket
I'm leaving just enough
For them to stuff their basket
A tisket
a tasket
I really need my ass kicked
My mom's never let me forget
That I'm a bastard
I aint never been sh*t
ain't gonna be sh*t
That's why I take sh*t
Whenever I see sh*t
And to their D sh*t
D Sharper
Do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do
Right here in front of you
And I'll be running you
And your man, straight up out
You niggers aint running a f*ckin' thing
But your mouth

Chorus 1, Chorus 2

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
You cant 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're doing it all the time (what?)
So you'd better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes (doh!)
And if you really really really wanna get sh*t started
Then people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded!, Get retarded!
People everywhere just get retarded!

Chorus 1, Chorus 2

That's right baby!
Punk
Limp Bizkit
DMX
Method Man
RedMan
Swizz Beats
Where the f*ck you at?
f*ck that sh*t! (4x)
Rough Riders!
f*ck!