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Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water Album Lyrics



Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water Lyrics






Intro

Use your vehicle of salvation, my brothers, go buy a gun.
And go give that gun to Jesus and say
"Jesus...you go kill the deciples of Satan and you kill the nazis, Jesus.
" Gimme an amen. Amen.
Gimme a hallelujah, brother. Hallelujah.
Feel the pain of sweet Jesus.
Gimme another amen. Amen.
Gimme another. Amen.
You've got to kill the noise.
You've got to kill the pollution of Satan, brother, gimme a hallelujah. Hallelujah.
Have you been healed?
Have you been saved?
Has it happened to you, brother?
Thank the lord.
Praise the lord.
I love Jesus.
I love Jesus.
Kill the pollution...pollution
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Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Hot Dog

Ladies and gentlemen!
Introducing the Chocolate Starfish
And the Hotdog Flavored Water
Bring it on
Get the f*ck up
Yeah, check, one, two
Listen up, listen up
Here we go (here we go)

It's a f*cked up world and a f*cked up place
Everybody's judged by their f*cked up face
F*cked up dreams, f*cked up life
A f*cked up kid with a f*cked up knife
F*cked up moms and f*cked up dads
It's a f*cked up cop with a f*cked up badge
F*cked up job with f*cked up pay
And a f*cked up boss, this is a f*cked up pay
F*cked up press wit f*cked up lies
While Lethal's in the back with the f*cked up eyes

Hey (it's on)
Everybody knows it's on
Hey (it's on)
Everybody knows it's on

Ain't it a shame that you can't say "F*ck"
F*ck's just a word and it's all f*cked up
Like a f*cked up punk with a f*cked up mouth
A nine inch nail, I'll get knocked the f*ck out
F*cked up AIDS from f*cked up sex
Fake-ass titties on a f*cked up chest
We're all f*cked up, so what you wanna do?
We f*cked up me and f*cked up you

You wanna f*ck me like an animal?
You'd like to burn me on the inside?
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug?
Just know that nothin' you do will bring you closer to me

Ain't life a bitch?
A f*cked up bitch
A f*cked up soul with a f*cked up stitch
A f*cked up head
Is a f*cked up shame
Swinging on my nuts
Is a f*cked up game
Jealousy filling up a f*cked up mind
It's real f*cked up
Like a f*cked up crime
If I say "F*ck" two more times
That's forty six "F*cks" in this f*cked up rhyme

Hey (it's on)
Everybody knows it's on
Hey (it's on)
Everybody knows it's on

You wanna f*ck me like an animal?
You'd like to burn me on the inside?
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug?
Just know that nothin' you do will bring you closer to me

Hoo-haa, haaw
Listen up baby
You can't bring me (bring me) down
I don't think so, I don't want some
You better check your (check it) self
Before you wreck yourself
Kiss my starfish, my chocolate starfish punk
Kiss my starfish, my chocolate starfish

You wanna f*ck me like an animal?
You wanna burn me on the inside?
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug?
Just know that nothin' you do will bring you closer to me
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Writer: Fred Durst, John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Trent Reznor, Wesley Louden Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






My Generation

if only we could fly limp bizkit style john otto take'em
to the matthews bridge can you feel it my generation
get 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 f*ckin' up your town we downloaded the shockwave
for all of the ladies in the cave to get your groove on
and maybe i'm the one who flew over the cukoos nest well guess
who's next generation x, gener-ation strange sun don't even shine
through our window pane so go ahead and talk shit talk shit
about me go ahead and talk shit about my generation cause we don't,
don't give a f*ck and we won't ever give a f*ck until you,
you give a f*ck about me and my generation hey kid,
take my advice you don't want to step into a big pile of shit
the captain's drunk your world is titanic floating on the funk
so get your groove on and maybe i am just a little f*cked up
life's just a little f*cked up generation x,
generation strange sun don't even shine through our window pane
so go ahead and talk shit talk shit about me go ahead
and talk shit about my generation cause we don't,
don't give a f*ck and we won't ever give a f*ck until you,
you give a f*ck about me and my generation we don't,
don't give a f*ck and we won't ever give a f*ck until you,
you give a f*ck about me and my generation
who gets the blame you get the blame and i get the blame
who gets the blame you get the blame and i get the blame
but do you think we can fly do you think we can fly
do you thing we can fly well i do, i do. dj leathal,
bring it on so go ahead and talk shit talk shit about me
go ahead and talk shit about my generation cause we don't,
don't give a f*ck and we won't ever give a f*ck until you,
you give a f*ck about me and my generation we don't,
don't give a f*ck and we won't ever give a f*ck until you,
you give a f*ck about me and my generation oh yeah!
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Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Full Nelson

why is everybody always pickin' on 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 f*ck out
'cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass
can't cash knocked straight the f*ck 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
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 to step your ass up
and say right to my face you'll get knocked the f*ck out
'cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass
can't cash knocked straight the f*ck out
'cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass
can't cash so where you at? where you been?
i'm sure i'll be seeing you again
'cause this world is really small can't wea all get along?
where you at? where you been?
i'm sure i'll be seeing you again
'cause this world's 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 motherf*cker
down down down down
burn this motherf*cker down down down down
burn this mother-f*cker down [repeat]
you'll get knocked the f*ck out
'cause your mouth wrote a check that your ass
can't cash knocked straight the f*ck out
'cause your mouth wrote a check that your ass
can't cash you bet your ass can't cash, motherf*cker!
just shut your f*ckin' mouth! (bring it on, lethal) come on!
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Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






My Way

Check, check, check check... out my melody

Special
You think you're special
You do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me
You walk around on me
Just one more fight
About your leadership
And I will straight up
Leave your shit
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed

Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway

Check out, check check... out my melody

Just one more fight
About a lot of things
And I will give up everything
To be on my own again
Free again

Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go

Check out, check check... out my melody

Just one more fight
And I'll be history
Yes I will straight up
Leave your shit
And you'll be the one who's left
Missing me

Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go

Check out, check check... out my melody
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Writer: ERIC BARRIER, JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAM RIVERS, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM GRIFFIN, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)

Alright, partner
Keep on rollin', baby
You know what time it is

(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your, your hands up)
Ladies and gentlemen (throw your, throw, throw your)
(Throw your, your, your hands, your, your hands up)
Chocolate Starfish (throw your hands up)
Wanna keep on rolling, baby (throw, your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)

I move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Now I know why'all be lovin' this shit right here
L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care (yeah!)
One, two, three times two to the six
Jonesin' for your fix with the Limp Bizkit mix
So where the f*ck you at punk?
Shut the f*ck up and back the f*ck up
While we f*ck this track up

(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)
(Throw, throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)

I move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

You want to mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on (when?)
Every day and every night (oh)
Yeah, this platinum thing right here? (Uh-huh)
Well we're doing it all the time (what?)
So you'd better get some better beats and uh,
Get some better rhymes (d'oh!)
We got the gang set so don't complain yet
24/7 never begging for a raincheck
Old school soldiers passing out the hot shit
That rock shit puttin' bounce in the mosh pit

(Throw your hands up)
(Throw, throw your hands up)
(Throw, throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)
(Throw your hands up)

I move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Hey ladies (where you at?), hey fellas (where you at?)
And the people who don't give a f*ck (where you at?)
All the lovers (where you at?), all the haters (where you at?)
And all the people that call themselves players (where you at?)
Hot mommas (where you at?), pimp daddies (where you at?)
And all the people rolling up in Cadies (where you at?)
Hey rockers (where you at?), hip hoppers
And everybody all around the world

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Move in now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
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Writer: John Everett Otto, Kasseem Dean, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Livin It Up

this is dedicated to you ben stiller you are my favorite mother f*cker i told you,
didn't i drama makes the world go around does anybody got a problem
with that (yeah) my business, is my business who's guilty,
can i get a witness first things first,
chocolate starfish my man fred durst access hollywood license to kill
a redneck f*cker from jacksonville bringing on the dumpster
f*ck a microphone machete's in the back of my truck rock'in
so steady with the he says she says and don't forget about the starfish
navigation system don't hate me, i'm just an alien
with 37 tons of new millenium dum ditty dum,
where's it coming from misses aguilera,
come and get some oh no which way to go,
to the dance flow in stewa-stereo pay me no mind i seen the fight club,
about 28 times and i'm a keep my pants sagging keep a skateboard,
a spray can for the taggin' and i'm a keep a lot of girls on my band wagon
cause i don't give a f*ck livin' life in the fast lane
i'm just a crazy mother f*cker livin' it up,
not givin' a f*ck livin' life in the fast lane another crazy mother f*cker livin' it up,
not givin' a f*ck life in the fast lane take two (why) now who's the starsucker?
i'm the starfish, you silly mother f*cker puff puff give, the marijuana cig oops,
i don't even smoke, but i love the way it smells here's a toast to the females,
sippin' mums champagne from a seashell i take a counterfeit,
and pop his ass like a zit with starfish navigation system
no cheap thrills baby fill the briefcase with three dollar bills
i'm just an ordinary run of the mill, fella spittin' out hella mic skills
and i'm a keep my pants sagging keep a skateboard,
a spray can for the taggin' and i'm a keep a lot of girls on my band wagon
cause i don't give a f*ck livin' life in the fast lane
i'm just a crazy mother f*cker livin' it up,
not givin' a f*ck livin' life in the fast lane another crazy mother f*cker livin' it up,
not givin' a f*ck in the fast lane cause it's so easy to tell a lie
and it's so easy to run and hide but it's not easy to be alive
so don't be wasting none of my time this world is like a cage
and i don't think it's fair and i don't even think that anybody cares
it'll eat a hole (what) down inside of me (what)
and it will leave a scar (what) can anybody see (what) that we gotta get it out ,
gotta get it out we gotta get it out,
we gotta get it out we gotta get it out,
we gotta get it out and i'm a get it out with a mother f*ckin' microphone
plug it in my soul i'm a renegade riot gettin' out of control i'm a keepin' it alive
and continue to be flying like an eagle to my destiny so can you feel me,
hell yeah can you feel me, hell yeah can you feel me,
hell yeah if you feel me mother f*cker then you say, hell yeah then you say,
hell yeah then you say, hell yeah i'm livin' life in the fast lane
cause it's so easy to tell a lie and it's so easy to run and hide
but it's not easy to be alive so don't be wasting none of my time yeah,
bring it on i'm just a crazy mother f*cker livin' it up,
not givin' a f*ck livin' life in the fast lane another crazy mother f*cker livin' it up,
not givin' a f*ck in the fast lane
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Writer: Don Henley, Fred Durst, Glenn Frey, Joe Walsh, John Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Rivers, Wesley Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Cass County Music / Wisteria Music / Privet Music, Red Cloud Music, Spirit Music Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






The One

i'm dead from all the loneliness this is how i feel understanding everything
has never been my deal maybe you have crossed my path to live inside of me
or maybe you're the reason why i'm losing all my decency
but i believe that you and me we could be so happy
and free inside a world of misery and i believe that you and me
we could be so... inside of you inside of me
cuz this could be the one
this could be the one
this could be the one
this could be the one
i've been lookin' lookin,
lookin' i've been lookin' for my mrs. right
but she don't exist chemistry is everything
and we're anything but this maybe i have crossed your path to sweep you off
your feet or maybe i'm the reason why you cry at night
before you sleep but i believe that you and me
could be so happy and free inside a world of misery
and i believe that you and me we could be so...
inside of you inside of me
cuz this could be the one
this could be the one
this could be the one
this could be the one
what do you think?
we could give it a try 'cause you never know maybe we could be soul mates
but maybe not or maybe so
if you never try then you'll never know the grass could be greener (could be)
and it'll always be greener on the other side
but you just never know this could be the one i do believe that you and me
we could be so happy and free
inside a world of misery and i believe that you and me,
we could be so... inside of you inside of me
'cause this could be the one
this could be the one
this could be the one
this could be the one maybe so maybe not who knows?
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Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Getcha Groove On

[ Featuring Xzibit ]

millenium shit limp bizkit x to the z yeah
bringin' it live to you and yours ladies and gentlemen my homeboy yo!
get at 'em, dog you don't want to f*ck with me today
'cause a little somethin' somethin' didn't go your way so try not to be like
that today 'cause i'm a real motherf*cker from 'round the way
we don't give a f*ck when we're rockin' the place we're
only givin' a f*ck if your invading the space so getcha getcha your groove on
don't keep us waitin' too long don't you treat me like a toy kid
do you enjoy this every single sec-ond i'm alive,
i'm a mess got these laser beam mic checks communicating
through the genelec, high tech keep you on the run now
don't wanna be that guy every single second i'm alive i'm alive
i don't understand why i got your trunk full of candy and your
so high bumping off the sweetness this is what you need anoth-er little piece
of me inside you 'cause you know that i'll always keep it true
and that's exactly what i do it's what i do it's what i do
you don't wanna f*ck with me today 'cause a little somethin
somethin didn't go your way so, try not to be like that today
'cause i'm a real motherf*cker from 'round the way
we don't give a f*ck when we're rockin' the place
we're only givin' a f*ck if you're invading the space
so getcha getcha get your groove on
don't keep us waiting too long i got breakneck delivery
no time for chivalry extraordinary ability shit longevity dig deep in your soul
and find yourself 'cause mind control could turn y'all to someone else
so fast your head'll probably spin the f*ck right off me
and fred about to go half on microsoft them live earning twenty percent
those little half-assed direct hits ain't even making a dent what an event ah hell,
xzib-it and limp as we attempt to bring home the championship
it's all in the risk i'll still lead the league and assist give me the fifth
i'm drinking while i'm taking a piss, bitch you don't wanna f*ck with me
today 'cause a little somethin' somethin' didn't go your way
so try not to be like that today 'cause i'm a real motherf*cker
from 'round the way we don't give a f*ck when we're rockin' the place
we're only givin' a f*ck if you're invading the space
so getcha getcha get your groove on don't keep us waiting to long
i got untapped mate-rial i serial kill shit give me that real shit quick finish 'em
off quick makin' your jaw split when i'm touching the mosh pit constant conflict
knockin' faggot's unconscious nauseous raisin' the stakes
increasin' the weight got homies that can lay down
and lift the plate so, quit tryin' to invade my space
before i call for a face-to-face and got to rest my case
like this is how we do it just recognize we keep gettin' right
to it lookin' into these eyes lookin' into these eyes
and you'll see the size of the flames then you might despise the size
of my game step the f*ck back! xzibit's on the track
you should have buckled up
before your head hit the dash you gotta hate that a demo
from an eight-track brought me to a place where platinum
comes in eight stacks you don't wanna f*ck with me today
'cause a little somethin' somethin' didn't go your way so,
try not to be like that today 'cause i'm a real motherf*cker from
'round the way we don't give a f*ck when we're rockin' the place
we're only givin' a f*ck if you're invading the space
so getcha getcha your groove on [repeats 3 times]
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Writer: ALVIN JOINER, JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Take A Look Around

All the tension 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'm a 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 his critics
Do we always gotta cry? (Always gotta cry)
Do we always gotta live inside a lie (live inside a lie)
Life is 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 your starin' down the cable of a
Mic pointed at your grill like a gun?
Limp Bizkit rockin' the set
It's like Russian roulette, when your placin', your bet
So don't be upset when your broke and your done
'Cause I'm a be the one till I jet (I'm a be the one till I jet)

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 (wanna hate me)
I know why you wanna hate me (wanna hate me)
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

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, a microphone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist
And everybody want to run (everybody want to 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 that edge off that knife (no, sir)
And now you want your money back (money back)
But your denied 'cause your brains fried from the sac
And there ain't nothing I can do
'Cause life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through

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 (wanna hate me)
I know why you wanna hate me (wanna hate me)
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

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

Shhh

Now I know why
Now I know why (I know why you wanna hate me)
Now I know why (I know why you wanna hate me)
Now I know why (I know why you wanna hate me)

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
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
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Writer: Fred Durst, Lalo Schifrin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Itll Be Ok

i just read your letter it says that you'll be gone for a while
everything was gettin' better i guess i'm just a fool strung
out what to do? life is through just want to kill myself for you
i wonder just how sympathetic you'll be you've come to take me under
and i've forgotten all about me what to do?
my life is through just want to kill myself for you so tell me why you say goodbye?
and tell me why your f*ckin' up my whole life?
yeah, f*ckin' up my whole life so, i'm on my way i leave today
if i get away it'll be ok it'll be ok i'm looking out a window into a world
that's taken you from me and i'm feeling so disgusted how pathet-ic
can i possibly be? what to do?
life is through just want to kill myself for you
so tell me why you say goodbye and tell me why you're f*ckin' up
my whole life f*ckin' up my whole life so,
i'm on my way i leave today if i get away
it'll be ok it'll be ok if there's a better place you can take me a better life
you can give me whatever place i can start all over then i would
never need what you gave me never need you to save me
and never feel like this life is over if there's a better place
you can take me a better life you can give me whatever place
i can start all over then i would never need what you gave me
and never need you to save me and never feel like this life is over
feel like this life is over so, i'm on my way i leave today
if i can get away it'll be ok it'll be ok
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Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Boiler

Looks like I'm gonna do everything myself
Maybe I could use some help but hell,
You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself
Maybe life is up and down but my life's been (what?)
Till now I crawled up your butt somehow and that's when things got turned around
I used to be alive
Now I feel pathetic and now I get it
What's done is done you just leave it alone and don't regret it
But sometimes, some things turn into dumb things
And that's when you put your foot down.

Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you? (like you)
Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (like me)
How could you do somebody like that? (like that)
Hope you know that I'm never coming back (never coming back)

Looks like I'm gonna do everything myself (everything myself)
Maybe I could use some help but hell,
If you want something done right, you just do it yourself (got it?)
Maybe life is up and down but my life's been (what?)
Till now (got it) I crawled up your butt somehow (got it)
And that's when shit got turned around (got it)
I used to be alive, I'm so pathetic but now I get it, what's done is done
I know you, just leave it alone and don't regret it
But sometimes some things turn into dumb things
And that's when you put your foot down.

Why did I have to meet somebody like you?
Why did you have to hurt somebody like me?
How could you do somebody like that?
Hope you know that I'm never comin' back

Why did I have to meet somebody like you?
Why did you have to hurt somebody like me?
How could you do somebody like that?
Hope you know that I'm never comin' back

Depending on you is done, giving to you is done
No more eating, no sleeping, no living, it's all just more giving to you and I'm done
Depending on you is done, giving to you is done
No more reaching, no sleeping, no living, it's all just more giving to you and I'm done
The hiding from you is done, the lying from you is done
No more eating, no more sleeping, no living, it's all just more giving to you and I'm done

Why did I have to meet somebody like you?
Why did you have to hurt somebody like me?
How could you do somebody like that?
I hope you know that I'm never coming back

Why did I have to meet somebody like you?
Why did you have to hurt somebody like me?
How could you do somebody like that?
I hope you know that I'm never coming back
Why? Why? Why?
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Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, LEOR DIMANT, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management






Hold On

[ Featuring Scott Weiland ]

[Scott Weiland]
You keep your distance,
I can't deny you.
I got the feeling, can't satisfy you.
I got your picture on the wall.
I got the picture long gone.
You keep your wishes, (Keep your wishes)
I'll keep my feelings.
There goes another one that kept me breathing.
[Duet] I'm waiting for you,
I know you're leaving
[Duet] I'll still adore you,
You never need me.

[Chorus]
[Duet]
Hold on.
I've found another way to let you go, away.
Hold on.
You find another way to bleed my soul, away.

[Fred Durst]
The things you told me,
To hear you speak.
I'm burning slowly,
I'm growing weak.
You bring me closer to yesterday,
Yesterday's a million miles away.
Why can't you hear me? (Why can't you hear me)
Why can't I sleep? (Why can't I sleep)
And I don't understand what keeps me breathing.
I'm waiting for you. (I'm waiting for you)
I know you're leaving,
I'll still adore you,
You'll never need me.

[Chorus]
[Duet]
Hold on.
I've found another way to let you go, away.
Hold on.
You find another way to bleed my soul, away.

[Chorus]
[Duet]
Hold on.
I've found another way to let you go, away.
Hold on.
You find another way to bleed my soul, away.
Hold on.
I've found another way to let you go, away.
Hold on.
You find another way to bleed my soul, away.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
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Writer: WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, LEOR DIMANT, JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST, SCOTT RICHARD WEILAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group






Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[ Featuring Redman, DMX, Method Man ]

Play the f*ckin' track
Play that f*ckin' track
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
We just keep on rollin, baby
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
People in the house, put them hands in the air
'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
See, I ain't givin' a f*ck, quit pressin' your luck
Untouchable, branded unf*ckable
So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Then I'mma have the plague, and break the f*ck out
And then we'll see who's left, after one round with X
And what am I bringin' next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the f*ck you at punk? Shut the f*ck up
And back the f*ck up, while we f*ck this track up

Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

(Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?)
Check my dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu-Tang
What the f*ck's a Hootie and the Blowfish?
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approaches, these twin, Supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the f*ck up

Now when we roll, you motherf*ckers tuck in your gold
'Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin' niggas up in limos
It ain't nothin', for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the vine on the baboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up
I'm a dog, only f*ck in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is Johnny, Donnie Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Docs and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit

And I'm the D.O., you lookin' at the raw invented
On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it
Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me, I crack 'em all a Guinness
F*ck how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick city, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it

Aah c'mon

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

It just don't get no darker than that kid with the parka (uh)
Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark (what?)
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nan nigga (uh)
Quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga (uh c'mon)
It'll be like your man tryin' to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin' on yourself, 'cause you already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket (uh)
Leavin' just enough of him to stuff in a basket (uh Uh)
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked (what? What?)
My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard (what?)
I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit (uh uh)
That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit (uh uh)
It's just that D shit, D's short for "Do what I wanna do" (yeah)
And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you (yeah yeah)
And I'll be runnin' you and your man straight up out (uh)
While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a f*ckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo)

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on (when?), Every day and every night (oh)
See this platinum thing right here? (Uh-huh?) well, we doin' it all the time (what?)
So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes (duh)
You really, really, really wanna get shit started?
Well people everywhere, just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded
People everywhere, just get retarded

Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now (c'mon)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (what?)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (uh)
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

That's right, baby
Watch out, punk
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz
Where the f*ck you at?
Bump that shit
Bump that shit
Bump that shit
Ruff Ryders Punk
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Writer: Kasseem Dean, Earl Simmons, Fred Durst, Reggie Noble, Clifford Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Outro

You wanted the worst
You've got the worst
The one, the only
Limp Bizkit
We could've stopped
You wanted the best?
Then don't get the f*ckin Backstreet Boys CD!
Cause in this house it's Limp motherf*cking Bizkit!
Balls made of steel
But don't hit me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the house!
You ain't shit!

Guest: Les Claypool (Primus)
Hit me!
Fire cracker

So there you go
Fifteen of your hard earned dollars, right out the window
Most epxensive piece of plastic Ive ever come across
Fifteen dollars
Fifteen dollars
On a shoddy piece of plastic
There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory

Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masterbator

You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him

Hello?

Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
My poppy gavew my nose a tweak, and told me I was bad
Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose

The biggest word, that you've ever heard, and this is how it goes
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious

Ah, those were the days
I don't know
You got any more of that ...

So what did you think, you were getting a Celine Dion record?
No no no young bucky

You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit? I dont think so
Fred Durst? I dont know
But what the hell, I got paid
Goodbye now

Prop the DJ [removed from final release]

Rock the house
DJ Lethal rock the house
Limp Bizkit rock the house
DJ Lethal rock the house
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Writer: LEOR DIMANT, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






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Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water is the third studio album by American nu metal band Limp Bizkit. It was released on October 17, 2000, through Flip and Interscope Records.

The first part of the title is a slang term for the human anus. Hot Dog Flavored Water is an in-joke started by Wes Borland at a truck stop while the band was on tour, where Borland saw bottles of Crystal Geyser flavored water, and made a joke about having meat or hot dog flavors.

Durst himself refers to the album name in three songs. First, "Livin' It Up", where he declares that, "The chocolate starfish is my man Fred Durst." (Wes Borland has stated in an interview when questioned on the naming of the album that, "Fred calls himself Chocolate Starfish, because people call him an asshole all the time.") Second, "Hot Dog", where he tells his detractors to, "Kiss my starfish, my chocolate starfish," and "Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)" where he mentions "Chocolate Starfish" in the introduction.

The longtime working title for the album had been "Limpdependence Day", but this was abandoned after the band failed to meet the deadline for their original intended release date of July 4. Numerous critics and fans speculated that the name was a humorous parody of Smashing Pumpkins' 1995 album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness.
Performed By: Limp Bizkit
Genre(s): Nu metal, rap metal
Producer(s): Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Swizz Beatz
Length: 75:02
Released: October 17th, 2000
Year: 2000

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