step back While I prep up to pimp this bitch So I said to the girl, I'm like "What up girl?" "Shut up girl!" And showed her a cut-up squirrel She screamed
so step back while I prep up to pimp this bitch so I says to the girl I'm like what up girl shut up girl showed her a cut up squirel she screamed
hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche With the top cut off, rich kids
if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up [Bizarre] Look at where
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift look sick up in that boxsta Porsche With the top cut off, rich kids
limp bizkit's soft Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift look sick up in that boxed up porsche With the top cut off, rich kids go and
Callin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump with your gimp On your wrist with just a twist of lime to go with that limp Hold your cup up so this ancient
step back While I prep up to pimp this bitch So I says to the girl, I'm like "What up girl?" "Shut up girl!" And showed her a cut-up squirrel She screamed
to death. It's fucked up he was a good nigga... [word up..the street stories..know what I'm sayin.] [word up, wit the inner city kids...yeah.] Young
if you don't - you're finished - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga What? fuck around and get popped with no hesitation, straight up [bizarre] Look at where
then we going to the Docs part2:forget a mask ill just frown my face up you shakin on the ground tryin to hold your face up and if you wake up you can
Limp Bizkit's soft sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss stick shift look sick up in that boxed up Porsche with the top cut off, rich kids go and
what's up with some of the kids? call yourselves hardcore punks well you're full of shit you're so not radical you closeted wimp you got the bible up
with the signal you getting Can you hear me now? Answer the question You wanna talk about sick poems? I spit stones Leave you split holmes, tied knots with your rib bones Quick blows break off your limp