Karaoké Making Love to Morgan Wallen Limp Bizkit

Damn I miss you Chester

Sendin' love from a bass compressor

Ground control with a soul like Bowie and I'll chop you up if I'm under pressure

I don't really wanna brag

I'm just tellin' motherfuckers that I'm leavin' with a bag

High-five to the scarred and the strange

From the outlaw that'll never get tamed

Bizkit beats from the pirate band

Signed this deal with a lobster hand

Freestyle like a bowlin' pin

Flex these bars on a dolphin fin

Life's too short but I can't complain

Doin' backflips on a candy cane

Ride my scooter with a cape at night and Imma high-five me a traffic light

I blink twice then I teleport

Got kicked out of the Trump resort

Bought this cloud on a payment plan then I ghosted out in a minivan

Mic in my hand like a waffle cone

Spittin' out syrup in the Twilight Zone

Got no job but I'm on the clock

And you can't stop me 'cos this shit don't stop

Hey ladies

Woah oh oh oh oh

When you're hot you're hot

When you're not you're not

Hey fellas

Woah oh oh oh oh

When you're hot you're hot

When you're not you're not

Bitch you know I'm hot

How many licks 'till the pepper gon' pop

Told my cap it's the CEO

Then I moonwalked in a UFO

Mic'd my shoes with a Christmas wreath

Droppin' these bars while I brush my teeth

Flippin' this verse like a boomerang

Landed on stage in your pootie tang

Backpack filled with a new disease

Tell 'em I downed somethin' hard to please

We don't care

We bounce on clouds

Sing off-key and we still too loud

Bizkit drops

The place explodes

Jumpin' through life in my pantyhose

Still no job but I'm on the clock

And you can't stop me 'cos this shit don't stop

Hey ladies

Woah oh oh oh oh

When you're hot you're hot

When you're not you're not

Hey fellas

Woah oh oh oh oh

When you're hot you're hot

When you're not you're not

I see through your act and I still enjoy the show

Yeah hey

No dance

No chance

No dance

No chance

No chance

No jokes

No goats

No toast

No ghosts

No goats

No dance

No dance

No dance

No dance

No dance

Woah too bad

Too bad, gotta deal with the bitches

Some of y'all too big for your britches

How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys

Come on

Too bad, gotta deal with the bitches

Some of y'all too big for your britches

How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys

You know who you are

Turn it up

I make this motherfucker diamond plated

Making love to Morgan Wallen in an elevator

I'll be turnin' on you bitches like a generator

I'll be the greatest motherfucker that you ever hated

That you ever hated