the one to bring the funk although my armpit's not stinking, And I'm known to hold flows like the glass you drop drinking, Never crude man I started of limping
bowl pimps man sittin' up in the cafe Tryin' to watch they hoes man make 20 or 30 dollars man I'm sendin' this to the real pimps 'cause believe it man
the zoo. a horde of maladjusted miscreants all pumped and primed. just what could possibly be limping through your one-track minds? i can't believe you
Exploitation is alive on the streets I'll probably just stay in my room Everything I ever believed in hangs limp like a burst balloon Christmas is coming
looking at me he's wait til tomorrow don't want him to know next time he orders tea release and turn turn and limp away turn and limp away the maid:
Got holes in my fucking hands, Cause I can't fucking sleep. All those holes in my fucking hands, Lead me to believe. That I waited, and I waited, For
really minor people I give them the Major Pain and then I hit them with the sequel Your weapon isn't equal to my loaded Desert Eagle Move forward cause limp
crews that been wack I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached with a chin strap Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh Yes, you can't believe that
disgrace, let it go. What hurts so much, Is I believed you to be a true friend, All___ a___ long___, But you never cared, What hurts so much, Is I believed
John Otto.. Break it on down, Thats Right, Ladies and gentlemen. Once Again. Limp Bizkit. Goin alright Pour it off let me get a shot of that. I'm rollin
down to hell Over in the bushes and off to the right Come two men talkin' in the pale moon light Sheriff John Brady and Deputy Hedge Haulin' two limp
my Cadillac Has 50's in the back Playin' Rick James and Tina, so relaxing Passed on by the neighbor Red Lane They called him insane Here's Mr. Chang limps
You take one step out a big black Cadillac A bowler hat and a pinstripe pair of slacks He's got a cane but he's got no limp He does it for the image,
I made my slow way home Limping on broken bones Out of the thickest pine Across the county lines On to your wooden stairs I know you can repair I know
no stranger to shame" I might stagger and I might sway I might stutter just a bit but that's okay I'm not walkin' too good that's true I got a broke ass limp
you don't stop, uh-huh and you don't stop We in this great lakes state eatin' steaks n shrimp It's kinds hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps
But I never thought id feel this way. To hear the mouse scream is what killed me. I felt like a hunter a killing machine! I couldn't believe I went
a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Ha, ha) Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come