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Outro Lyrics - Artist : Limp Bizkit
[Outro]
You wanted the worst, you got the worst The one, the only, Limp Bizkit We could've stopped, we could've stopped You wanted the best? Then don't get the fucking Backstreet Boys CD! 'Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit! Balls made of steel, balls made of steel But don't kick me in the nuts though Limp Bizkit's in the house! Limp Bizkit's in the house! Limp Bizkit's in the house! Limp Bizkit's in the house! You ain't shit, haha! You ain't shit, haha! You ain't shit, haha! You ain't shit motherfucker! You fuck, you ain't shit! [Radio Sucks] [Matt Pinfield and Fred Durst:] Hey, It's the bald man here and I'm here to tell you why the new Limp Bizkit CD is so important That's because CD's like this one spare you From all the Chart-topping, Teeny-Boppin' Disposable happy horse shit that Brings up the bile from the back of my neck I have no time or tolerance for all the shitty wack acts like that I wouldn't piss on their CD's to put out a fire And I'm Tired of all the lame-ass, tame-ass Pre-fabricated, sorry excuses for singers and musicians Who don't even write their own songs What the world needs now is a musical revolution We need some rock, we need something that has balls We need something with substance, depth, something with soul some edge, some passion, some power Shit, if it's gonna be mellow, fuck, man It better have something, it better mean something! I'm telling you, if you gotta hit 'em with something hard You gotta stick 'me with something limp, like Limp Bizkit I'm so fucking tired with that shit I'm hearing on the radio, radio sucks! The same fucking songs over, and over again! All the weak ones, all that disposable crap That isn't gonna matter in 3 months, it's just shit, it's crap, Fred Fred I'm telling you there's nothing, but shit goin' on And we need some new music W-wha-what about Limp Bizkit? Limp Bizkit is fucking cool, you guys are cool The new record's great, but fuck all that other shit! I'm so sick of all that weak shit that's taking up space on the charts. Fuck that shit, Fred, I'm Outta' here! Fuck, dude, Fuckin' Pinfield is pissed Oh, man I gotta go find that bald bastard Hey, Matt! Matt! [The Mind of Les] [Les Claypool:] 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 it's glory Fred Durst, the man, the myth The compulsive masturbator 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 you've ever heard And this is how it goes Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Even though he sound of it Is something quite atrocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 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 |
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