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
Limp Bizkit - Three Dollar Bill Album Lyrics
Limp Bizkit - Three Dollar Bill Lyrics
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pollution
Come on fool
Aw...aw...aw drop that shit
Straight comin' at ya, punk
The greatest side is critical when digging on my concept
Rhythms keep on building like smoke
Got'cha running from the law
Maybe it's that low end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom of the pile
Style's bound to the sky lines
Keep 'em on the sidelines
Choking on my fly rhymes
You need the Heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke
You're gonna choke
When I'm swinging it to ya
[chorus]
When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight
Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
Suicidal punk let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind
So if you're crossing over, let me know you're real
From the flex on your neck, now you get the feel
I rumble like the thunder
Now you're going under
I bet ya wonder what the f*ck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain
I can't refrain from bringing on the pain
When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight
So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the f*ck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Yeah, gonna bring that beat back
Aw, gonna bring that beat back
F*ck, gonna bring that beat back
Yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back
When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back - [2x]
Back [repeated a bunch of times]
(Fred shut up, alright)
(This is me telling you to shut up..shut up)
(Fred, shut the f*ck up)
(We're done)
Aw...aw...aw drop that shit
Straight comin' at ya, punk
The greatest side is critical when digging on my concept
Rhythms keep on building like smoke
Got'cha running from the law
Maybe it's that low end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom of the pile
Style's bound to the sky lines
Keep 'em on the sidelines
Choking on my fly rhymes
You need the Heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke
You're gonna choke
When I'm swinging it to ya
[chorus]
When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight
Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
Suicidal punk let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind
So if you're crossing over, let me know you're real
From the flex on your neck, now you get the feel
I rumble like the thunder
Now you're going under
I bet ya wonder what the f*ck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain
I can't refrain from bringing on the pain
When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight
So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the f*ck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Yeah, gonna bring that beat back
Aw, gonna bring that beat back
F*ck, gonna bring that beat back
Yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back
When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back - [2x]
Back [repeated a bunch of times]
(Fred shut up, alright)
(This is me telling you to shut up..shut up)
(Fred, shut the f*ck up)
(We're done)
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Counterfeit
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
You're freakin' me out you wear a mask [Repeat: x5]
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
You're freakin' me out you wear a... fake
Hey man wake up and smell the concrete
Strange to see you've changed like the LB
Could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
Reality bites but that's what life is
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior
Hate what God gave ya, fakin all the flava
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 your punks know I'm an old school soldier
With the funk flow
A damn shame you want to change yourself
[Chorus]
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
I wonder, I wonder
I wonder what it's like to be a clone
Doin' nothin, nothin' on my own
Alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style
Filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat)
So if your fakin that you're phat you need a ballbat
Right where your head is at
All your desperation causes separation
Now I grab the mic to intimidate
Your weakness screams from the limb on your siren
Phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick
Pain for the fakers fame can't maintain
[Chorus]
All these phonies
You disregarded your life (disregaurded your life)
You disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
You've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my family
But I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my gaurd)
So you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
But you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
Just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're freaking me out you
Wear a mask called counterfeit [Repeat: x2]
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit [Repeat: x4]
Now you're steadily startin to change
You want to rearrange your lifestyle with live like the wild child
With the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
A lie but you deny you're a fake
You know we figured you're a phony (fake)
You know we figured you out (fake)
You know we figured you out, figured you out, figured you out
Fake (a bunch of times)
You're probably freaking me out (a bunch of times)
Back to the top
You're freakin' me out you wear a mask [Repeat: x5]
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
You're freakin' me out you wear a... fake
Hey man wake up and smell the concrete
Strange to see you've changed like the LB
Could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
Reality bites but that's what life is
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior
Hate what God gave ya, fakin all the flava
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 your punks know I'm an old school soldier
With the funk flow
A damn shame you want to change yourself
[Chorus]
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
I wonder, I wonder
I wonder what it's like to be a clone
Doin' nothin, nothin' on my own
Alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style
Filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat)
So if your fakin that you're phat you need a ballbat
Right where your head is at
All your desperation causes separation
Now I grab the mic to intimidate
Your weakness screams from the limb on your siren
Phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick
Pain for the fakers fame can't maintain
[Chorus]
All these phonies
You disregarded your life (disregaurded your life)
You disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
You've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my family
But I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my gaurd)
So you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
But you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
Just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're freaking me out you
Wear a mask called counterfeit [Repeat: x2]
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit [Repeat: x4]
Now you're steadily startin to change
You want to rearrange your lifestyle with live like the wild child
With the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
A lie but you deny you're a fake
You know we figured you're a phony (fake)
You know we figured you out (fake)
You know we figured you out, figured you out, figured you out
Fake (a bunch of times)
You're probably freaking me out (a bunch of times)
Back to the top
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stuck
Psycho female blowin up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck duck goose, I'm lettin' loose
With the thirty odd freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesin for my cash
Got to make them pockets super phat
Hey I'm a humble man
Kicking out the jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business
I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage
Stay away from all the bros. in my band
And all the fans and
All my friends is when the cash is coming in
Or i'll be slammin them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories
That I really miss when I reminisce
Rocking back in the '80's live
My attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot, now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries
No limits G
Phat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile
In deed I am I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that green
All I know, all I know, that you must be f*cked up in that head
I got a little problem, just one question, beyatch
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that - [2x]
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that, why the f*ck you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that, why the f*ck you wanna be like that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you f*cking whore
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
Live on tape beyatch, don't f*ck with us
You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck duck goose, I'm lettin' loose
With the thirty odd freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesin for my cash
Got to make them pockets super phat
Hey I'm a humble man
Kicking out the jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business
I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage
Stay away from all the bros. in my band
And all the fans and
All my friends is when the cash is coming in
Or i'll be slammin them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories
That I really miss when I reminisce
Rocking back in the '80's live
My attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot, now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries
No limits G
Phat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile
In deed I am I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that green
All I know, all I know, that you must be f*cked up in that head
I got a little problem, just one question, beyatch
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that - [2x]
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that, why the f*ck you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that, why the f*ck you wanna be like that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you f*cking whore
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
Live on tape beyatch, don't f*ck with us
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Nobody Loves Me
Shut up
I'm so sick of them deadlines
I cannot stand why them maniacs are in them headlines
And even though I don't' know ya
Through my lyrics I'll show ya
The sanity's over
Cuz people say I'm bugged out
It's my business, stay the f*ck out
All I know is that the beat goes on and on (beat goes on)
And will be the same, 'til the day I'm gone
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms
I'm so sick of the world now
It's all those people attacking my identity
Now the enemy's running at the mouth again
Saddle up when you step into the south, my friend
You're the big one, you're the good one
I'm the bad one, that's so sad son
Cuz I'm running no where
You see the black sheep everywhere
You need to drop that guard
Man, it ain't that hard
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms
Now what's the matter with this
Someone's sure to find me
No exceptions for this (no exceptions)
So many time I fall through
No one has ever warned me
Life seems so meaningless
When ??? your inner strength
Ohh, I'm such a piece of shit
Oh, you're so perfect - [2x]
Oh, you're so much better than me
So much better than me
You suck!
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms
I'm so sick of them deadlines
I cannot stand why them maniacs are in them headlines
And even though I don't' know ya
Through my lyrics I'll show ya
The sanity's over
Cuz people say I'm bugged out
It's my business, stay the f*ck out
All I know is that the beat goes on and on (beat goes on)
And will be the same, 'til the day I'm gone
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms
I'm so sick of the world now
It's all those people attacking my identity
Now the enemy's running at the mouth again
Saddle up when you step into the south, my friend
You're the big one, you're the good one
I'm the bad one, that's so sad son
Cuz I'm running no where
You see the black sheep everywhere
You need to drop that guard
Man, it ain't that hard
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms
Now what's the matter with this
Someone's sure to find me
No exceptions for this (no exceptions)
So many time I fall through
No one has ever warned me
Life seems so meaningless
When ??? your inner strength
Ohh, I'm such a piece of shit
Oh, you're so perfect - [2x]
Oh, you're so much better than me
So much better than me
You suck!
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sour
Mellow out
Bitch
Hell no
I thought I knew ya
Took the time to put my love into ya
Screw ya
'Cause now you got me sittin' in the sewer
I'm through with all them roller coaster rides
See, I ain't forgot about the knots
That you been tyin' with my insides
I dropped my pride
Without you, I was sure to die
I tried with cash
And all I could, to make it last
Now I accept that was in the past
I know you love me
Love me like a piece of trash
But at first, you were so sweet
Couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour
So sour
It all became a hassle
You were even livin' in my castle
Just to use me
And verbally abuse me
That's not the way I'm runnin' my shop
It took a while to see the light before I stopped
And you got dropped off
It's over, probably I'll be sweatin' it
But in the long run, you'll be the one regrettin' it
Maybe you won't, maybe you will
But baby, you're still about as real as a three dollar bill
There's no one to blame but you
And who gets the blame? Me
No one to blame but you (no one to blame)
Oh, oh, I sound like a bitch (a little bitch in heat)
With all that anger that I'm feelin'
Bitch I think it's heat
Another split tail
Just another split tail
Thanks for the lesson
Now get your shit and hit the trail
We know I'm comin' from that old school
You damn fool
Intensity is somethin' that I'm made of
And certainly, I'm not afraid of
A little smack in my face
Thanks for that taste
There's no one to blame but you
And who gets the blame? Me
No one to blame but you
And who gets the blame? Me
There's no one to blame
Me
Ah
Whatever
I think that, uh
I'd like to, uh
Turn myself around
And turn it over to the
Bitch
Hell no
I thought I knew ya
Took the time to put my love into ya
Screw ya
'Cause now you got me sittin' in the sewer
I'm through with all them roller coaster rides
See, I ain't forgot about the knots
That you been tyin' with my insides
I dropped my pride
Without you, I was sure to die
I tried with cash
And all I could, to make it last
Now I accept that was in the past
I know you love me
Love me like a piece of trash
But at first, you were so sweet
Couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour
So sour
It all became a hassle
You were even livin' in my castle
Just to use me
And verbally abuse me
That's not the way I'm runnin' my shop
It took a while to see the light before I stopped
And you got dropped off
It's over, probably I'll be sweatin' it
But in the long run, you'll be the one regrettin' it
Maybe you won't, maybe you will
But baby, you're still about as real as a three dollar bill
There's no one to blame but you
And who gets the blame? Me
No one to blame but you (no one to blame)
Oh, oh, I sound like a bitch (a little bitch in heat)
With all that anger that I'm feelin'
Bitch I think it's heat
Another split tail
Just another split tail
Thanks for the lesson
Now get your shit and hit the trail
We know I'm comin' from that old school
You damn fool
Intensity is somethin' that I'm made of
And certainly, I'm not afraid of
A little smack in my face
Thanks for that taste
There's no one to blame but you
And who gets the blame? Me
No one to blame but you
And who gets the blame? Me
There's no one to blame
Me
Ah
Whatever
I think that, uh
I'd like to, uh
Turn myself around
And turn it over to the
Writer: John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stalemate
It's not my mind - [5x]
Yo J
And I get a little bit
Your veins flow with poison
Please acknowledge my present
This precious gift that I behold discarded like trash
To dominate, it's in your nature, you selfish brat
I can't believe you had me strung out all over you like that
One minute you're sweet the next minute you're sour
I taste the envious predictions, change with each hour
I've seen this before, you even decided to step into my little world
Strange things occurring
Happening over and
Over and over again
Now bitch you are cruelty
You bark your orders with such a degrading dialect
I can't believe you had me strung out all over you like that
One minute you're sweet the next minute you're sour
I taste the envious predictions, change with each hour
I've seen this before, you even decided to step into my little world
One minute you think you're all this
The next minute you think you're all that
But your playin' with the nova
Momma didn't show ya how to take it, you can by the man
When it's over i'll be hunting you down
Waiting for the pay back, your frown
Begging me for your mercy
I ain't down with the sympathy you see
And I always remember your tender love
Wipe me under the rug
Just so you can step on my spine
I'm gonna get mine - [2x]
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
I wish I was wasted
I'm gonna get mine
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
I'd like to rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
Please dont wake me
You're so sweet - [3x]
I'm gonna get mine - [3x]
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
I'll rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
I'll rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
You're so sweet - [3x]
You're always right and I'm always wrong
Not my mind
That's why I love you so much
Not my mind
You're so sweet
Not my mind
I love you
Not my mind
You're so sweet
Not my mind
I love you
Not my mind...
Yo J
And I get a little bit
Your veins flow with poison
Please acknowledge my present
This precious gift that I behold discarded like trash
To dominate, it's in your nature, you selfish brat
I can't believe you had me strung out all over you like that
One minute you're sweet the next minute you're sour
I taste the envious predictions, change with each hour
I've seen this before, you even decided to step into my little world
Strange things occurring
Happening over and
Over and over again
Now bitch you are cruelty
You bark your orders with such a degrading dialect
I can't believe you had me strung out all over you like that
One minute you're sweet the next minute you're sour
I taste the envious predictions, change with each hour
I've seen this before, you even decided to step into my little world
One minute you think you're all this
The next minute you think you're all that
But your playin' with the nova
Momma didn't show ya how to take it, you can by the man
When it's over i'll be hunting you down
Waiting for the pay back, your frown
Begging me for your mercy
I ain't down with the sympathy you see
And I always remember your tender love
Wipe me under the rug
Just so you can step on my spine
I'm gonna get mine - [2x]
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
I wish I was wasted
I'm gonna get mine
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
I'd like to rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
Please dont wake me
You're so sweet - [3x]
I'm gonna get mine - [3x]
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
Please dont wake me
I'm gonna get mine
I'll rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
I'll rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
You're so sweet - [3x]
You're always right and I'm always wrong
Not my mind
That's why I love you so much
Not my mind
You're so sweet
Not my mind
I love you
Not my mind
You're so sweet
Not my mind
I love you
Not my mind...
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Clunk
Clunk - [7x]
Hey mister, elevate that mic like you missed it
You might need to rest up or pump that chest up
Because that mental is fading, ego you overplayed it
You busta
You just can't be trusted
The drama, your mama must've really been disgusted
But you got no clue
Always screaming everybody owes you
Well kid I never did, and never will
It's gone too far
It's gone too far and it's on (well it's gone way to far punk)
I never did
Well I never did kid
It's gone too far
F*ckin' punks been bringing all the funk in
Knowing you man you're probably not thinking
Got you lips sinking
There it goes flying
Over that head you'll be crying
Lying in your death bed
Now you're just a reject
Showin off at Mc'y D's just to gain a little respect
But you got no clue
Always screaming everybody owes you
Well kid I never did, and never will
It's gone too far
It's gone too far and it's on (well it's gone way to far punk)
I never did
Well I never did kid
It's gone too far
You need to drop that freakin' ego before you crash
Before the headlights are simply glaring in your eyes and you're goin down
What's the matter with the life that you're leadin'
When you're bleedin' everyone's thinking how much they hate you
It's not to late dude, just that time for you to zip up that girl
Take a deep breath, look around, ain't nobody left
Just a target, bull's eye
Still you walk around in a clown like a clown in a force field
See I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy
Institution bound to be the only way that we can even solve this
Had about as much as I can take
So do yourself a favor
I just wanna get it out
I just wanna get it out!!!
Hey mister, elevate that mic like you missed it
You might need to rest up or pump that chest up
Because that mental is fading, ego you overplayed it
You busta
You just can't be trusted
The drama, your mama must've really been disgusted
But you got no clue
Always screaming everybody owes you
Well kid I never did, and never will
It's gone too far
It's gone too far and it's on (well it's gone way to far punk)
I never did
Well I never did kid
It's gone too far
F*ckin' punks been bringing all the funk in
Knowing you man you're probably not thinking
Got you lips sinking
There it goes flying
Over that head you'll be crying
Lying in your death bed
Now you're just a reject
Showin off at Mc'y D's just to gain a little respect
But you got no clue
Always screaming everybody owes you
Well kid I never did, and never will
It's gone too far
It's gone too far and it's on (well it's gone way to far punk)
I never did
Well I never did kid
It's gone too far
You need to drop that freakin' ego before you crash
Before the headlights are simply glaring in your eyes and you're goin down
What's the matter with the life that you're leadin'
When you're bleedin' everyone's thinking how much they hate you
It's not to late dude, just that time for you to zip up that girl
Take a deep breath, look around, ain't nobody left
Just a target, bull's eye
Still you walk around in a clown like a clown in a force field
See I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy
Institution bound to be the only way that we can even solve this
Had about as much as I can take
So do yourself a favor
I just wanna get it out
I just wanna get it out!!!
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Faith
[ Originally by George Michael ]
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has gotta body like me
But I gotta think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
Oh, but I need some time off
From that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
When that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showin' you that door
Cuz I gotta have faith
Gotta have faith - [3x]
Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay
Say please, please, please don't go away
Cuz you're givin' me the blues
Baby, you mean every word you say
Can't help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to lover boy blues
Before this river becomes an ocean
Before you pick my heart up off the floor
When our love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showing you that door
I gotta have faith
Gotta have faith - [3x]
Get the f*ck up!
I gotta have faith
Faith - [2x]
Writer: George Michael
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stink Finger
I see your campus.
And thinkin' I've been there before.
You know somethin' I live in this pig-pen, this filthy pig-pen next door.
Another stench of my aroma, stick that nose up in the air.
Is that the excuse you used to ruin me?
I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' f*ck outta heeere.
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Yeah, right. Right.
Yo J, drop that one.
Your existance means less now than it probably ever has before.
You got your head up your ass. Out of your mouth comes nothing but sh...
Shhh, still I listen, I absorb. You amuse me idiot.
All bent outta shape, cause I piss on your gate.
I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' f*ck outta heeere.
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Right. Right.
And ya' don't stop, and we won't stop. That's right.
And ya' can't stop, no. Cause you jus', just won't stop.
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it.
Put yourself in my position man.
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it.
Put yourself in my position MAAAAN!
Let's take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position maaaan!
Oh, take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position man, punk!
How you wanna take it to tha' curb, ahh! You wanna take it to tha' curb! Wait, ahh, ahh!
Put your self in my position maaaaan.
And you dont. Break, break, break it, don't stop.
Got it. Stinky, Stinky Finger
And ya' don't, and ya' don't.
And thinkin' I've been there before.
You know somethin' I live in this pig-pen, this filthy pig-pen next door.
Another stench of my aroma, stick that nose up in the air.
Is that the excuse you used to ruin me?
I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' f*ck outta heeere.
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Yeah, right. Right.
Yo J, drop that one.
Your existance means less now than it probably ever has before.
You got your head up your ass. Out of your mouth comes nothing but sh...
Shhh, still I listen, I absorb. You amuse me idiot.
All bent outta shape, cause I piss on your gate.
I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' f*ck outta heeere.
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Right. Right.
And ya' don't stop, and we won't stop. That's right.
And ya' can't stop, no. Cause you jus', just won't stop.
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it.
Put yourself in my position man.
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it.
Put yourself in my position MAAAAN!
Let's take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position maaaan!
Oh, take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position man, punk!
How you wanna take it to tha' curb, ahh! You wanna take it to tha' curb! Wait, ahh, ahh!
Put your self in my position maaaaan.
And you dont. Break, break, break it, don't stop.
Got it. Stinky, Stinky Finger
And ya' don't, and ya' don't.
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Indigo Flow
Yo what up
Got Christian and Dino in the house
Fear Factory action
Kick off this new joint here for all my homies
Separating the true breeds
My friends and my family
Had the vision when the bounds now it's blowing up
Props to the Field Dog
With the funk through the campaign
Gold records and Champaign
Everlast for the tour on St. Patty's
Chino, man we had a blast with ya Deftones
Rock that microphones daily
Props to the maestro
Ross your an angel
Hey DJ wanna play that song
Lethal we love you like a brother
Want to take a trip to the Flip side Jordan
Nothing more then I could say
See ya walking hand in hand with the prophet
Danny you took us to that fat man
Harry, Tyler props for the golden introduction
We're coming from the town of the unknown
Jacksonville's on the map
Look us up
Raising eyebrows with the Jaguars kid
Better watch out
Line 'em up cheetah
(Indigo)
Yo Richard, Rob and Chuck
(Indigo)
Hook it up
When I walk out on stage
All headaches go away
Got the back from the sickest road crew
Chris and Bobby for sticking to it
Sugar Ray taught me life was all about drinking
Bow wow yippee yo yippee yea
To the funk doobi thanks for showing up
All my brothers in KoRn I love you
Dad and momma I'm coming home
What up to my girl Sage
Shawn, Teddy Swoze
Indigo Ranch alive with the vibe
Grun Dig
Danny in the Milk Bar
Terry Parker you know what's up
Dialed into The Planet
And God I love you
Got Christian and Dino in the house
Fear Factory action
Kick off this new joint here for all my homies
Separating the true breeds
My friends and my family
Had the vision when the bounds now it's blowing up
Props to the Field Dog
With the funk through the campaign
Gold records and Champaign
Everlast for the tour on St. Patty's
Chino, man we had a blast with ya Deftones
Rock that microphones daily
Props to the maestro
Ross your an angel
Hey DJ wanna play that song
Lethal we love you like a brother
Want to take a trip to the Flip side Jordan
Nothing more then I could say
See ya walking hand in hand with the prophet
Danny you took us to that fat man
Harry, Tyler props for the golden introduction
We're coming from the town of the unknown
Jacksonville's on the map
Look us up
Raising eyebrows with the Jaguars kid
Better watch out
Line 'em up cheetah
(Indigo)
Yo Richard, Rob and Chuck
(Indigo)
Hook it up
When I walk out on stage
All headaches go away
Got the back from the sickest road crew
Chris and Bobby for sticking to it
Sugar Ray taught me life was all about drinking
Bow wow yippee yo yippee yea
To the funk doobi thanks for showing up
All my brothers in KoRn I love you
Dad and momma I'm coming home
What up to my girl Sage
Shawn, Teddy Swoze
Indigo Ranch alive with the vibe
Grun Dig
Danny in the Milk Bar
Terry Parker you know what's up
Dialed into The Planet
And God I love you
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Leech
Oooh, yeah!
Tell me why ya' came. Tell me why your here.
Tell me why your voice is always ringin' in my ear.
Ya' wanna be tha' man hangin' with my crew? Who the hell are you through?
I see your always at my shows, always with my bro's,
Always findin' places where I think nobody goes.
I can't seem to shake you from this, so then I might have to break you from this.
CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE YOU LEECH!
Oh, get it straight.
Can't you take a hint. Thought you had a friend. It's such a shame that your comin' around again.
And I'd really love to take you out like Chuck Norris.
Instead I'd kick him with tha' vocal, slap him with tha' chorus.
Man, I really shouldn't have to beg. The big mistake was when your mom and daddy hit tha' bed.
Ahh, you seem to not get tha' picture. So I'll frame this script and it gripped ya'.
CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE YOU LEECH!
Stop stickin' around [x3]
[click, click] Bleeeeeaaaaaahhh!!
You need to stop stickin' around! [x3]
Leech.
Tell me why ya' came. Tell me why your here.
Tell me why your voice is always ringin' in my ear.
Ya' wanna be tha' man hangin' with my crew? Who the hell are you through?
I see your always at my shows, always with my bro's,
Always findin' places where I think nobody goes.
I can't seem to shake you from this, so then I might have to break you from this.
CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE YOU LEECH!
Oh, get it straight.
Can't you take a hint. Thought you had a friend. It's such a shame that your comin' around again.
And I'd really love to take you out like Chuck Norris.
Instead I'd kick him with tha' vocal, slap him with tha' chorus.
Man, I really shouldn't have to beg. The big mistake was when your mom and daddy hit tha' bed.
Ahh, you seem to not get tha' picture. So I'll frame this script and it gripped ya'.
CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE YOU LEECH!
Stop stickin' around [x3]
[click, click] Bleeeeeaaaaaahhh!!
You need to stop stickin' around! [x3]
Leech.
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Everything
I'm so frustrated
Some things are making me so sick inside
Aw go with your heart, go with your heart
Yeah right
Quit tuggin' me
Aw, i'm just not good enough for you
Let's change
Let's be something everybody else is
Aw so much built up inside
It's f*cking ridiculous
I don't know if i should freak tha f*ck out on you
Or just sit back and laugh
You want more
You don't have anything
Me, me... i have everything
What more could i ask for? Nothing at all
Why did it have to be this way at tha end
Why did it have to be this way at tha end
Some things are making me so sick inside
Aw go with your heart, go with your heart
Yeah right
Quit tuggin' me
Aw, i'm just not good enough for you
Let's change
Let's be something everybody else is
Aw so much built up inside
It's f*cking ridiculous
I don't know if i should freak tha f*ck out on you
Or just sit back and laugh
You want more
You don't have anything
Me, me... i have everything
What more could i ask for? Nothing at all
Why did it have to be this way at tha end
Why did it have to be this way at tha end
Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Three Dollar Bill, Y'all (stylized as Three Dollar Bill, Yall$) is the debut studio album by American nu metal band Limp Bizkit, released on July 1, 1997, through Flip and Interscope Records. It established the band's trademark sound with the singles "Counterfeit", which was influenced by hip hop and heavy metal, and "Faith", a cover of the 1987 song of the same name by George Michael. Limp Bizkit's rearrangement of the song incorporated scratching by DJ Lethal and heavier guitar playing by Wes Borland.
Three Dollar Bill, Y'all was produced by Ross Robinson, who was introduced to the band through Korn bassist Reginald "Fieldy" Arvizu, who persuaded Robinson to listen to Limp Bizkit's demo. Robinson was impressed by the band's motivation and sound, and agreed to work with them. The album showcased an intentionally abrasive, angry sound which the band felt would attract a fanbase.
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Limp BizkitThree Dollar Bill, Y'all was produced by Ross Robinson, who was introduced to the band through Korn bassist Reginald "Fieldy" Arvizu, who persuaded Robinson to listen to Limp Bizkit's demo. Robinson was impressed by the band's motivation and sound, and agreed to work with them. The album showcased an intentionally abrasive, angry sound which the band felt would attract a fanbase.
Genre(s): Nu metal, rap metal, rapcore
Producer(s): Ross Robinson, Limp Bizkit
Length: 61:27
Released: July 1st, 1997
Year: 1997