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Full Nelson

Limp Bizkit

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Wather


Why is everybody always pickin' on me?
(Why is everybody always pickin' on me?)
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
(Does anybody really know a thing about me?)
But one of these days we'll be in the same place
In the same place punk, at the very same time yeah,
But when it takes place and you wanna talk shit
Then step your ass up and say right to my face

You'll get knocked the fuck out
'Cause your mouth's writing checks
That your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
'Cause your mouth's writing checks
That your ass can't cash

I ain't believing all the shit you've been talkin' about me
(I ain't believing all the shit you've been talkin' about me)
Don't even know me and still your talkin' shit about me
(Don't even know me and still your talkin' shit about me)
But one of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act
In the act, red-handed caught up in the act, punk
And that'll be the day the one and only day
You can step your ass up and say right to my face

You'll get knocked the fuck out
'Cause your mouth wrote a check
That your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
'Cause your mouth wrote a check that
Your ass can't cash you bet your ass can't cash

Where you at?
Where you've been?
I'm sure I'll be seeing you again
'Cause this world's really small
Can't we all get along?

Where you at?
Where you've been?
I'm sure, I'll be seeing you again
'Cause this world is really small
Can't we all get along?

How pathetic are people who verbally rape us with talking?
We try to ignore them
Ignore them until they keep talking
They think that they're building an empire
Without us
But we've got the torch now
We've got the fire to burn this motherfucker down down
Down down burn this motherfucker
Down down down down
Burn this mother-fucker down down down
Burn this mother-fucker down down down
Burn this mother-fucker

You'll get knocked the fuck out
'Cause your mouth wrote a check
That your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
'Cause your mouth wrote a check that
Your ass can't cash you bet your ass can't cash,
Motherfucker!
Just shut your fuckin' mouth!
(bring it on, Lethal)

Come on!

Compositores: Leor Dimant (D J Lethal), William Frederick Durst (Durst Fred), Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, John Everett Otto
ECAD: Obra #3633624 Fonograma #1962023

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