Lyrics:

Who can be the boss
Look up to the cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin' on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke
And the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me
Like a barcode

I'm dashin all
The meteor strikes
Keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight

And that alone with keep
John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own
I got the bees on the track

Where the fuck you at
(Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons
Run your mouth now
(Shut the fuck up)

I'm pluggin in
Them social skills
That keep my total bills
Over a million
The last time I checked it

Thank God I'm blessed
With the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round
I'll knock him out

They call me big John stud
My middle name mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs

That can't stand the flood
What up doc
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sure shot

Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
Learn
Temperature's too hot
For sunblock
Burn
Playin' with minds
Can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars
From a great mind

Killa bees in the club
When there's ladybug
Brought a sword to
Tha dance floor to cut a rug

Love is love all day
Till they both slug
And take another life
In cold blood
Can't feel me
'Cause it's your blood

Murder rates tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us

They know not what they do
All praises due
I'm big like easy
Ya bigbamboo

What's that
I didn't hear you
Shut the fuck up

Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up

Everybody in together now
Shut the fuck up
What, what

What's that
I didn't hear you
Shut the fuck up

Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up

Everybody in together now
Shut the fuck up
What, what

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on

Twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit

Get around like merry-go
Bust the scenario
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it

Lifestyles of
The prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins
And minerals
Delicious

Word on the street is
They bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin' to taste mine

Actin' like they heard
Through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the vaseline
To provide rhyme

Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful

Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and inject

Mic check
So what's it all about
Where we gonna run
Maybe we can meet up on the sun

Discretion is advised
For the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track
With the Method

So get the sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got

From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare
Now you're turned into stone

Without a microphone
But don't you forget
You're in the zone
(So shut the fuck up)

And take that shit back
'Cause all your shit's whack
(Doodoo is doodoo)
When it's way down like that

Burnin up your brain
Like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew
What they were missin'

And never even knew that
The sky was fallin' down
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown

What's that
I didn't hear you
Shut the fuck up

Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up

Everybody in together now
Shut the fuck up
What, what

What's that
I didn't hear you
Shut the fuck up

Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up

Everybody in together now
Shut the fuck up
What, what

It was over your head
All day every day
S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees
And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T

Y'all know the time
Y'all know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness
And you know all
That other madness
We gone
Peace

Limp Bizkit
Method Man
Rock the house y'all
Bring it on

Hey, wait up
Where you guys going
You're not recording are you
Are you

I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it, feel it
You guys feel it out there

Shake your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey

Every day is brighter
Than the next day
At least that's what you think

Every day is brighter
Than the next day
At least that's what you think