Karaoké N 2 Gether Now Limp Bizkit & Method Man

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Who could be the boss

Look up to the cross

Stranded in the land of the lost

Uh uh

Standin' up, I'm sideways

I'm blazin' up the path

Runnin' on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal

A lotta stamps and brands

We like a bar code

I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media dykes as reinforcement for the fight

Uh

And that alone'll keep

John Gotti on the phone

Ha ha ha

I'm tangled in the zone

I got the bees on the track

Where the fuck you at

Let me hear you pigeons

'Tical hhh run your mouth now

Shut the fuck up

I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills over a million the last time I checked it

Thank God I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it

Wait until the second round and knock 'em out

They call me Big John Studd

My middle name Mud

Dirty water flow

Too much for you thug

They can't stand the flood

What up doc

Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd

The sureshot

Mister Meth, I'm unplugged

Learn

Temperature's too hot for sunblock, burn

Playin' with minds that get you state time

Locked behind twelve bars from a great mind

Killa Bee's in the club with this ladybug

Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug

Love is love all day 'till they throw slugs

And take another life in cold blood,

Can't feel me 'till it's your blood

Murder rate's tremendous

Crime is endless

Same shit, different day

Father forgive us

They know not what they do

All praise is due

I'm big like E-Z and Big Bambu

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Headstrong, dead calm

Dead by Dawn

Dead weight, they dead wrong

Let's get it on

Twelve rounds of throw down

Who hold crown

Protect land with four pound

Limp Bizkit

Get around like merry-go

Bust a scenario

Comin' through your stereo

Why risk it

Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted

Eight essential vitamins and minerals, delicious

Word on the street is they bit my thesis

Knocked out they front teefes tryin' to taste mine

Actin' like they heard it through the grapevine

Dope fiendin' for the bassline to provide rhyme

Pharmaceuticals

Hard as nails to the cuticles

Where'd you find that monster

She beautiful

Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set

Limp Bizkit

Kick a hole in the speaker

Pull the plug and then jet

Mic check

So what's it all about

And where we gonna run

Maybe we can meet up on the sun

Discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes

We limpin' on the track with the Method

So get the sunblock

You gettin' one-shot

Sunblock huh

Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got

From outta nowhere

Prepare, you be blinded by the glare

I told you not to stare

Huh huh now you're turned into stone

Without a microphone but don't you forget you're in a zone

So shut the fuck up

So shut the fuck up and take that shit back 'cos all your shit's wack

Doodoo is doodoo

When it's weighed out like that

Burnin' up your brain

Uh

Yeah like a piston

So all those that didn't listen never even knew what they were missin'

And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down

Wu-Tang-Clan for the crown

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

It was over your head all day every day

S.I.N.Y.

One-O-Three-O-Four

Wu-Tang, Killa Bees and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T

Y'all know the time

Y'all know the rhyme

It ain't easy bein' greazy in a world full of cleanliness and

You know all that other madness

We gone

Peace

Limp Bizkit

Method Man

Rock, rock, rock the house y'all

Bring it on

Hey wait up

Where you guys goin'

You're not recordin' are you

Are you

But I'm all alone

I can't do this

Feel it

Uh

Mmh feel it, feel it, feel it

You guys feel it out there

Shake your head if you feel it

Uh

Mmh

Hey hey hey hey

Every day is brighter than the next day

At least that's what you think

And e-every day is brighter than the next day

At least that's what you think