Go [bad word] yourself!
Limp Bizkit
Oh no!
Check one two!
Turn it up!
Y'all ready for this?

[Hook]
They say the rock [bad word]  doesn't rock anymore
They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho
We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor
Is that your [bad word]  cause she told me she's ready to go
They say the rock [bad word]  doesn't rock anymore
They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho
We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor
Is that your [bad word]  cause she told me she's ready to go
She's ready to go, she's ready to go
Is that your [bad word]  cause she told me she's ready to go
She's ready to go, she's ready to go
Is that your [bad word]  cause she told me she's ready to go

[Verse 1]
Back it's the [bad word] rock god
I'm so poker-faced, ladies going Ga-Ga
That's right it's Freddy D, the public enemy
You know, the one to have Britney drop it to her knees (Oh!)
I don't give a [bad word]  I probably never will [bad word] get at me if that [bad word] is like Jessica Biel's
Who down with me tonight? You know I'll treat you right
You shake for me until they turning on them ugly lights
Throw them fingers up, and finger [bad word] the sky
She like the way we pump it, I call her pumpkin pie
I ain't about to lie, I came up in it high
You got a problem, I'll bust you in your [bad word] eye, player
Baby you're a rockstar, I know who the [bad word] I am
40 million records later, I am still the [bad word] man
I came to rock, all she wants to do is roll
Now she at my house sliding up and down that pole

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
What the [bad word] is up? [bad word] the world, bust a nut
I'm on this and that, and such and such
It's ashes to ashes, dust to [bad word] on
Rock! Rock, rock with a real [bad word] Everything I touch turn to gold, she a gold digger
Shots! Shots, shots, have a lil' liquor
Got the [bad word] taking shots like Reggie Miller
Uh, Lil Weezy in this [bad word] ho
She want the green light; let the [bad word] go
I go hard, I go nuts, I go schizo
And now they wanna copy me like ten-fo'
Uh, I can't stop, I won't stop
I got the pistol on me, I guess I went pop
Now I'm free-falling, yeah, head first
Red hat to the back like Fred Durst

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Lil Weezy that's my partner, we [bad word] vodka
Bout to take your [bad word] cause she ain't never [bad word] a rock star
I'm a [bad word] outlaw, packing me a chainsaw
I'm at the afterparty 'bout to start another brawl
I'm getting [bad word] up, so you can go to [bad word] I'ma need a ride home, I know myself
And you know I put it down like no one else
I'm the champ [bad word]  I ain't gotta show the belt

[Hook]