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more limp bizkit lyrics


Cambodia - Family Values Tour CD (1999)
Jump Around - Family Values Tour CD (1999)
Doing Time On The Rock Line - **Performed only on radio** (1997)
Don't Remember - Loose Noise (1998) (Underground Album)
Hell Of A Band - Significant Other's Demos (1999) (Underground Album)
Opiate (Tool cover) - Master Of Puppets (1999) (Underground Album)
1999 (Prince Cover) - **Performed only once on MTV** (1999)
Crushed - End of Days Soundtrack (1999)
Product (M:I2 Theme) - Mission: Impossible 2 Soundtrack (2000)
Turn Me Loose (with Eminem) - Unreleased Version of Significant Other (1999)
Human Pinata (with Videodrone) - Self Titled Videodrone CD (1999)
Bleed (with Soulfly) - Self Titled Soulfly CD (1998)
All In The Family (with KoRn) - Follow The Leader (1998) (KoRn CD)
Get Naked (with Methods of Mayhem and Li'l Kim)



CAMBODIA
(Live from Family Values 98 in Kansas City)

Hey! Are you ready...then get up!! 
Let me hear some noise! 
I see all you motherfuckers bum-rushing the floor tonight. 
Y'all ready to make this motherfucking place go crazy? 
Get up! Get up! Woohah! 
Oh...just a minute. 
I see your mouth moving but I don't hear a word that you say. 
Pop, mish, mosh, up in the brain I'm on my cycle. 
Highways my ways up and down like the Dow Jones. 
Pass these microphones. 
I don't exaggerate. 
Keep it real, only speak about the shit I hate. 
Hey you people, just the tudes, attitudes. 
Lose the attitude, I won't be fuckin' mad at you. 
But if you're bitin' don't be fightin' kid. 
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin'. 
That open wound style needs some healin'. 
Jacked up on my flow, I'm glad you know. 
Behind the spotlight got the phattest fuckin' live show. 
You feel the tension. 
Eyeballs in your socket. 
Can comprehends how we rock it, you can't stop it. 
You like the ways that we're livin', you need them. 
Your demo tape I inspected, then ejected. 
Who survives at the end of the day? 
With too much airplay, huh? 
I'm gonna keep it all underground. 
Kansas City...join me!! 
What do you know about this, punk? 
Who's hot? 
Who's not? 
Who?! Who?! 
Who's hot? Who's not? 
Oh...just a minute. 
I see your mouth moving, but I don't hear a word that you say. Do you feel me baby? 
Pop hand grenades, best describe the impaction. 
Can't get no satisfaction, take it back. 
That was you doin' back in '82. 
No need for answers, just a thought of your mental fallout shelter. 
Helter Skelter, the J while bet ya, the beetle upset ya. 
But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda. 
The kingpin Bizkit, the flows we aren't ya. 
Mental highways, my path you can't stop the unexpected. 
Check your road block. 
Oh, like water, keep on rollin', 
Cause this mic is mine and I'm gonna keep on shinin' on you. 
I need your help Kansas City. 
Get the fuck up!! 
What do you know about this, punk? 
Who's hot? 
Who's not? 
Who?! Who?! 
Who's hot? 
Who's not? 
Woohah! Cambodia!


JUMP AROUND
(Note: This is a cover of the House Of Pain song. 
Fred slightly changed the lyrics when he performed this in 
concert at Family Values 98)

How many of you people remember the House Of Pain? 
I wanna bring out, my man Poe, from Style Elevish. 
And my man Easy Rock, from the Rock Steady Crew. 
You like break-dancing baby? 
Are you ready? 
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin. 
I came to win, battle me, that's a sin. 
I won't ever slack up, punks you better back up. 
Try to play the role, and the whole crew will act up. 
Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up, 
And if you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling. 
Least with the funk flow, man you talkin' junk yo. 
Bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks home. 
Feelin, fuckin', man's it's in the junk, 
And I got more ryhmes than the cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop. 
Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in KoRn plus my mom and my pops. 
Came to get down, came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around. 
C'mon, jump around. 
Jump around, get up! 
Jump around, c'mon! 
Jump up, jump up, and get down! 

Jump (repeated 16 times)! 

I'll slam your ass like John Mckenroe, 
If your bitch steps up.... (I'm smackin' the ho)
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs. 
Got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms. 
Just like the Radical Son I've returned. 
If anyone's steppin' to me you get burned. 
Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none. 
And if you wanna battle then bring a... (shotgun)
Well if you do you're a fool, cause I'll put fools to death. 
Try to step to me, you take your last breath. 
I got the skill, man I got your fill. 
Cause when I shoot, man, I shoot to kill. 
Came to get down, I came to get down, 
So get your ass up and jump around. 
C'mon. Jump around! 
Jump around everybody! 
Jump around, it's your last chance! 
Jump up, jump up to get down! 

Jump (repeated 16 times)! 

Everybody jump! 
We'll see ya next year baby!


DOING TIME ON THE ROCK LINE (LIVE)
(Notes: This song was done live on 93.3 Jacksonville radio. 
It's a one time only performance. Notice that the lyrics are 
mixes of "Show Me What You Got", "Counterfeit", and "Cambodia". 
Also, the lyrics were required to be somewhat clean for radio, 
I think you'll notice where the band had to change some words.)

3...4...Alright everybody out there. 
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida. 
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some. 
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from? 
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages, 
outrageous rhymes left my mind, 
and soon became contagious. 
An MC with bad habits, 
I am, see a mic and I grab it. 
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections, 
Servin' all perfections 
For what I do with my erections. 
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true. 
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid. 
While you're in your car, no matter where you are. 
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar. 
And if you're lonely, hoe. 
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe. 
I like it so low. 
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal, 
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard, 
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands, 
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em. 
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow. 
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon. 
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on. 
What's with all the frustration, 
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation. 
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk. 
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what? 
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x]. 
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle. 
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones. 
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate. 
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate. 
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes. 
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.

But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid. 
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin', 
Your open wound style needed some healin'. 
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know, 
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show. 
You feel the tension? 
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it. 
You can't stop it. 
You're like the way that I live it, you need it. 
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day? 
With too much airplay, huh? 
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line, 
I'm doin' time on the rock line. 
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line, 
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete, 
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat. 
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this. 
Reality bites, but that's what life is. 
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior, 
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor. 
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends. 
Get in where you fit in. 
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture. 
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier. 
With the funk flow. 
A damn shame you gotta change yourself, 
Because you're sick of yourself, 
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there, 
In the world, listen to the Rockline. 
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope. 
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson. 
Got a big shout out to 311. 
And a big shout out to KoRn. 
I got a big shout out to The Deftones. 
I got a big shout to Primus. 
And a big shout out to The Firm. 
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000. 
And a big shout out to Coal. 
And a big shout out to Soulfly. 
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson. 
And a big shout out to Orgy. 
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes. 
And a big shout out to Richie. 
And a big shout out to Nick. 
And a big shout out to Yetti. 
And a big shout out to Bruce. 
And a big shout out to Junior. 
And a big shout out to ADIDAS. 
And a big shout out to Travel Gear. 
And a big shout out to Tone Loce. 
And a big shout out to Ibanez. 
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch. 
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion. 
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline. 
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats]. 
(At the Rockline.) 

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville. 
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline. 
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys.


CRUSHED

It's Limp Bizkit! 
And this is how we learn. 
You can't talk to me. 
You're not supposed to be, in my face. (Get the fuck outta my face!). 
Why do you insist, you gotta talk that shit, 
You gotta keep that dog ass breath, all up in my face. 
I remember when, you would never lie to a friend. 
Cause you were so high, you were so shy, you were so fucked up anyway. 
Life keeps on tickin', tickin', tickin' into the future. 
Cause this is how we learn. 

(chorus) 
Somebody better stop me. 
Or at least stop this beat, 
Before we start gettin' out of hand.
Cause this is how we learn. 
And this is how we (burn). 
Somebody better stop me, 
Or at least stop this beat, 
Before we start gettin' out of hand. 
Cause this is how we learn. 
And this is how we (burn). 

You can't erase me. 
I'm alive as I can be, in your face. 
(So get the fuck outta my face!) 
Why you insist, it's gotta turn out like this, 
It's gotta burn out like this all up in my face. 
I remember how, you said you want it all and you want it now. 
Cause you were so young, you were so dumb, 
You were so fucked up anyway. 
Life keeps on tickin', tickin' tickin' into the future. 
Cause this is how we learn. 

(chorus)

Think about it. 
Think about it. 
Oh my! Where you at? 
Come on. 
I know you're feeling it baby. 
I know you're feeling it. 
Come on. 
Bring the beat baby (repeated 4x). 

I said this is how it should be done. 
This is how it should be done. 
Cause my style, is identical to none. 
Outta here! 
I'm gettin' the hell outta here. 
Limp Bizkit style. 
Hey Lethal, wait up.


HELL OF A BAND

Ladies and gentlemen. 
Please welcome to the center of the stage, the one, the only...
You got it my hips are shaking left to right and uh, Limp Bizkit, 
Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Say uh, Limp Bizkit, 
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Sin, sin, bullet to the head, little John slaps that beat. 
Sammy hits that bass hit nookie, rumble you outta your seat. 
Now where's that freaky ass son of a bitch? 
That guitar raving man? 
Lethal's scratchin' up them balls, 
Limp Bizkit's one hell of a band. 
Left, left, left, right, left. 
Left, left, left, right left. 
Yeah, my back is aching, my belt's too tight, 
My hands are shaking left to right. 
I said uh! Limp Bizkit, 
Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Everbody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Ha ha! Uh, Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power. 
Uh, Limp Bizkit...(fades out).


OPIATE
(Originally by Tool)

Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to use you..
like me,
like me.

If you want to get your soul to heaven,
trust in me.
Don't judge or question.
You are broken now ,
but faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.

My Gods will
becomes me.
When he speaks out,
he speaks through me.
He has needs
like I do.
We both want
to rape you.

Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
and your lies.


1999
(Note: I don't think Fred knew how the lyrics went. Parts such as the "party up all the time"

he maybe made up as he went along during the song.) Happy New Year! Let me see them hands! Do you feel it? If you feel it, get up, c'mon get up! I was feelin' when I wrote this, could be good if we go insane. When I woke up this morning could've sworn it was Judgement Day. The sky was all purple, and people runnin' everywhere. Try to run from the destruction? You know I didn't even care. You know it, c'mon! Are you ready? Dance, dance! 2000, zero zero! Party up, all the time! 'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999! Come on, one more time, let's do it! 2000, zero zero, party up, all the time! 'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999! Do you feel me, New York City? It goes like this. Let's try it again, c'mon! This is 1999, get up! I was feelin' when I wrote this, could sue me if I go too fast. But life is just a party and parties weren't meant to last. This money's grown around me, my mind's never been a party! But if we gotta die, gonna party with a price to pay! Are you ready, sing with me. Let's do it! Dance! 2000, zero zero, party up, through all the time! 'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999! Everybody, c'mon! 2000, zero zero party up, all the time! 'Cause tonight we gonna party like it's 1999! Let me hear some noise, New York City! PRODUCT (MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE 2 THEME) (Notes: Song has also incorrectly been called "Now I Know Why You Hate Me" and "Take A Look Around") All the teachin' in the world today, All the little girls fillin' up the world today. When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good, But I'ma live my life like I should (like I should). Now all the critics wanna hit it, ya shit-can how we did it, Just because they don't get it, But I'll stay fitted, new era committed. Now this red cap gets a rap from these critics. Do we always gotta cry (always gotta cry)? Do we always gotta (always gotta) live inside a lie? Life's just a blast that's movin' really fast, You better stay on top or life will kick you in the ass. Follow me into a solo. Remember that kid, so what you wanna do? And where you gonna run When you starin' down the cable of a mic Pointed at your grill like a gun? Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set, it's like Russian Roulette When you're placin' your bet. So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done, 'Cause I'ma be the one till I jet. (I'ma be the one till I jet.) (chorus) I know why you wanna hate me... I know why you wanna hate me... I know why you wanna hate me... 'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately. I know why you wanna hate me... I know why you wanna hate me... Now I know why you wanna hate me! 'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately! And now you wanna hate me! 'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately! And now you wanna hate me! 'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately! Does anybody really know the secret Or the combination for this life and where they keep it? It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin' But everything happens for a reason (everything happens for a reason). I don't even know what I should say, 'Cause I'm an idiot, a loser, microphone abuser. I analyze every second I exist, Beating up my mind every second with my fists. And everybody wanna run (wanna run). Everybody wanna hide from the gun (hide from the gun). You can take that ride through this life if you want But you can't take the edge off the knife. No sir! And now you want your money back (money back), But you're denied 'cause your brains fried from the sack. And there ain't nothin' I can do, ' Cause life is a lesson, you learn it when you're through. (chorus) Now I know why... Now I know why... (I know why you wanna hate me)... Now I know why... Now I know why (now I know why you wanna hate me!) [repeats 2x] Now I know why you wanna hate me! Now I know why you wanna hate me! Now I know why you wanna hate me! 'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately [repeats 2x]! TURN IT LOOSE (Featuring Eminem) Eminem: Uh huh. Aight. Fred: Check. Eminem: Slim Shady. Fred: Shady, do the mic kid. Eminem: I don't do black music, I don't do white music. I make fight music for high school kids. I put lives at risk when I drive like this. (Screech!) With a slipped disk from a Limp Bizkit disc. I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts. So I get pissed and can't pick which wrist to slit. Little rich kids in cribs don't attempt this shit. So step back while I prep up to pimp this bitch. So I says to this girl I'm like: "What up girl? Shut up girl." Showed her a cut up squirrel. She screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her. Slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer. I moved on to two blondes kissin' on a futon. "Hey yo baby!" "What do you want?" I looked at them both and I was like "Uh check this out toots, I'm lookin' for cookie puss. I need to speak to him immediately." They played my video on MTV last week. And just when I was thinkin' I was all that and then some in comes Fred Durst. Fred: Yo Shady, let me get some! Who knows what galaxy I came from. One where a bass drum's hung from a high-chair. Now I'm a nightmare. You stay right there. I got the fever for the flavor of a single. See me and Shady, I think we got it locked down. Shocked by the sound, I got you cruisin' with your top down. These two blondes, I offered 'em both a drink. And this you would think could get the party started. But instead, them girls turned their heads. Opened up their mouths, smelled like somebody farted. So it was time for me to move on. Shady said the living room was a dance floor. So turn me loose. I was cuttin' a rug with this chick. Bumped into this dude who was drunk and a prick. Ramblin' on about how he was gonna kill me. Wow, I spilled a drink on his shirt! But no, he insisted we should go. Before I could drop 'em, Shady had to clock 'em. The music stopped, the party stood in shock. So I looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf. Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose. This party's goin' my way, or no way at all. Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose. This party's goin' my way, or no way at all. Eminem: Turn me loose! You better tell them to come re-shingle the roof. Just keep feedin' me free drinks till I puke. Fred'll ask me to lead sing in his group. I'm sittin' in the barn, I'm not bein' approached. Cause Fred's over there, stealin' all of my hoes. "Yo Fred, save me some!" I walked up to these siamese twins. Asked them to have a threesome. Told 'em two heads are better than one, Plus I respect how y'all roll together as one. Got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin. Stood up like: "Hey wait! Where you goin'?" "Bye!" Oh well, three strikes and I'm out. And I just struck out three times in a row. Fuck it, I'm chillin'. Took a shot of yable, fell asleep, I was silly. Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose. This party's goin' my way, or no way at all. Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose. This party's goin' my way, or no way at all. (repeats) HUMAN PINATA (Videodrone with Fred Durst) Videodrone: Directions say assembly required, nothing's admired, The majority's been hired, wired, the truth, The roof is on fire. A life, all I desire. Paychecks, respect disappears quickly. Situation tense trickly. Hand jobs, yes, they have plenty. Backs cracked for copper pennies. Migraines, wrist sprains, free samples of rogaine, Fill me with anything. Regaining ground while the well endowed Sit proud with their heads in the clouds. Prophets predicted it, inscribed on the minds of the ancient tribes. Mother Nature's striking back. Come suffer with me! (repeated 3x). What will you do, the chosen few? With your Reebok shoes and your missing clues, Pretend it will go away? Oxygen levels growing thin, The opposite of birth unfolds within. Must prepare and be aware, The existence of man will disappear. No tunnel harps, angels to follow. Every man, woman, child swallowed. No eight o'clock alarm tomorrow. Man returns the earth he borrowed, And while the meek obey to repeat defeat. (Mother nature releases). Come suffer with me! (repeated 3x). Fred: One-nine, nine-nine (what, yeah!) Gotta get a grip, c'mon, what's this fuckin' world coming to? Run for shelter, helter skelter. It's too bad, before too long, there'll be no songs. No break of dawn, it'll all be gone, 'Cause Mrs. Mother Nature, she's grown to hate ya. It's the apocalypse kid, a little karma for all that you did. You want to know where we're heading? Armageddon! Come suffer with me! (repeated 4x). (Will time erase the human race?) BLEED (with Soulfly) What goes around comes around, you better realize You kill life. You kill life. Why? Why? I see your eyes, I see your lies. I see you hide, inside. What goes around comes around, now it's your time. How long can you lie? How long can you hide? How long can you live with your soul bleed? How long can you live with your soul..... (Chorus) Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! [repeats] What goes around comes around, no more lies. You kill life. You kill life. Why? Why? I see a mother cry. I see a brother cry. Bring it on! Bring it!!! I'll make you bleed and you're bleeding now (bleed!) [repeats] Motherfucker! I got my pride and that's all I need! I'll make you bleed with another blow without the radio. Don't take advantage of this process. You might have to digest a blade, made for your ass to fade. I'm livin' on instinct. Never think when I'm rushin', bones crushin'. When I put your sorry ass in a package, you piece of shit! Sealed and delivered from a savage, and now you sweat because you're going down. You envious clown! Bleed! (Chorus) ALL IN THE FAMILY (KoRn with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit) Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours. Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha). You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother fucker (oooo). Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp, Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo), So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill. So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man, Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne. Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it, You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what), You little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'Cause right now I'm all it kid, Suck my dick kid, Like your daddy did. Fred: Who the fuck you think you talkin' to? I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever). All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!" When halitosis is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling on your flowers, Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby). I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod, but you said it best, "There's no place to hide." Jonathan: What the fuck you saying? You're a pimp whatever. Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse, Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what). Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin', Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'. Plus your bills I'm payin'. You can't eat that shit every day Fred, Lay off the bacon. Fred: Say what, say what, you better your fuckin' mouth Jon. Jon: So you hate me! Fred: And I hate you! Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family. I hate you! Fred: You hate me! Jon: You know what, it's all in the family. Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice! You better run, run while you can, Can never fuck me up, Bitz Climpkit. At least I got a phat original band. Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You). You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay), You need a new job (ha). Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist And buy yourself a new drill (fuck you). You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye, Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away (get a gay?), Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday. Jon: So I hate you! Fred: And you hate me! Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family. I hate you! Fred: And you hate me! Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family. Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep), You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool). Your favorite band is Winger (Winger) And all you eat is zingers (zingers?). You're like a fruity pebble, Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!). It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level. Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill. Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, While your sister's on her knees waiting for your Fuckin' nut (oh yeah). Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here). Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh). Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh). It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover. Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth. Jonathan: I hate you! Fred: And you hate me! Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family. And I hate you! Fred: And you hate me! Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family. Jonathan: And I love you! Fred: And I want you! Jonathan: And I'll suck you! Fred: And I'll fuck you! Jonathan: And I'll buck fuck you! Fred: And I'll eat you! Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother fucker. Fred: Say what? Say...what? GET NAKED Freak, freak, freak it. (Repeats) Methods Of Mayhem: Seventy-seven million dollars made from watching me cum. Under the sun on my vacation. (After hours on Spectravision), Shootin' my jizzy jizm, the woody has rizzy risen. I ain't gettin' paid to entertain your bridal showers, Rockin' my porno tape for hours and hours. The hoes are fearin' me, It's bigger than Ron Jeremy! Fred: 'Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak, And I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week. And if you ask me, I'll be glad to speak, Until we get butt naked and break it down with nasty. Methods Of Mayhem: (chorus) Get, get naked. (C'mon baby make me hot.) Get, get naked. (Ride the cock till you hit the spot.) Get, get naked. (C'mon baby make me hot.) Get, get naked. Methods Of Mayhem: Woof woof! Doin' it doggie style! Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay, Bow wow yippie yo yippy yay, Get it on! (meow). (Repeats). The little Geisha hoe from Tokyo who said she could blow. "Ten dolla love me long time in a limo." For really dough, I'm just tryin' to fly with the flows. Freak up some hoe's, blow up the shows. Make a little dough-hoe as if you didn't know, Back to the strip club freakin' up some more hoes. Swingin' my dingaling, it ain't no thing. (Hell yeah.) It's those intergalactic hoes who came down in those space probes, Fine green heinies representin' with no clothes. (Mix Master Mike, mix Master Mike). (Oh, God oh!) Man, your pussy tight! No jimmy, no gimmie, no lust. In the Methods of Mayhem we trust. So rip off your clothes and expose your busts. Fred: 'Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak And I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week. So if you ask me, I'll be glad to speak, Until we get butt naked and break it down with (nasty). Methods Of Mayhem: (Chorus) You only love me when you want punani. Queen bitch, red lipstick, that all black car with the phony phat bar. Fuck a blow job, this a motherfuckin' hard. Under seven inches, sorry. Man I mean, I can't fuck the pimp. I like to, ride the cock till you hit the spot. Mmm, come on baby make me hot. Got a convertible? Drop the top. Before we do a thing I want the diamonds and the rings. The Spurs, the Knicks, the Jews, the Minks. Ya know I'm freaky, so you gotta keep me and I know ya hate it but umm... Methods of Mayhem: Get naked! (You think you gettin' this? You ain't stickin' this, we don't want your dick!) Fuck the dumb games, the girls that complain, And I ain't leavin' till you sleepin' on a cum stain. (You think you gettin' this? You ain't stickin' this, we don't want your dick!) Fuck the dumb games, the girls that complain, And I ain't leavin' till you sleepin' on a cum stain. Methods Of Mayhem: (chorus)