] I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is If I tell you kiss the sky
yard we going large like a junkie out pawning his car this is the core of the art and its all from the heart this music put your life together when its
see the wizard of the ghetto "Somewhere over the rainbow" (Shut the) fuck up, bitch [GUNSHOTS] Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch So pick your
sittin' there. I said, "Your old court house is kinda run down, He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town". I said, "Your old flag pole is leaned a
York's pimpin I said Philly is pimpin Oakland your pimpin Too Short your pimpin Arseno Hall your pimp...pimp...pimpin Eddie Murphy your pimpin Jive Records your pimpin RCA is pimpin Top Dogg is
for peace, is anyone scared of death here' Not in the least, I walk by the old lady selling coconuts under the tree, life is cheap here but wisdom is
in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover. Jon: Come
joke Where the weed heads at where the weed at We bout to kick back kick rhymes 12 pack of the kick down and just sit back so relax Or get slapped where
these pledges They have ferried them out of the past Oh beyond all the graves and the hedges Where love must go hiding at last And here where there is
newsreel and your tiny pain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name. Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne? Where are the paths your
when you?re sitting all alone in your empty ass home with the mother? sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship (repeat) My nose is
a ballbat Right where your head is at All your desperation causes separation Now I grab the mic to intimidate Your weakness screams from the limp on your
up My generation Are you ready Do you know where you are Welcome to the jungle punk take a look around It's Limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town We
do And where you gonna run When you're staring down the cable Of my fuckin' mic Pointed at your grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set
don't care, then we don't care 1, 2, 3, times two to the six Jonesin' for your fix of that Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk, shut the
outta hand cause this is how we learn and this is how we burn think about it (think about it), Think about it (think about it) Oh my (oh my), where you at (where