Outro

You wanted the worst

You've got the worst

The one, the only

Limp Bizkit

We could've stopped (2x)

You wanted the best?

Then go get the ****** Backstreet Boys CD!

Cause in this house it's Limp ************* Bizkit!

Balls made of steel (2x)

But don't kick me in the nuts though

Limp Bizkit's in the house! (4x)

You ain't ****! Ha-ha-ha-ha... (3x)

You ain't **** ************!

-- "Radio Sucks" --

MATT PINFIELD:

Hey, it's the bald man, and I'm here to tell you why the new Limp Bizkit album is so important. Thats because CD's like this one spare you from all the chart-toppin, teenie-boppin disposable happy ********* that brings up the bile from the back of my neck. I have no time or tollerance for all the ****ty, whack acts like that. I would rather piss on their CD's than put out a fire. Y'know, i'm tired of all those lame ass, tame ass, pre-fabricated, sorry excusses for singers and musicians who don't even write their own songs. What the world needs now is a musical revolution. We need some rock! We need something that has balls; we need something with substance, depth, something with soul, something with edge, some passion, some power. ****, if its gonna be mellow, **** man, it better have something, it better mean something. I'm tellin you, you gotta hit em with something hard. You gotta stick 'em with something limp like Limp Bizkit. I'm so ******' tired with all this **** I'm hearing on the radio. RADIO SUCKS! The same ******' songs over and over again. All the weak ones, disposeable crap that isn't gonna matter in 3 months. It's just ****! (Fred in background: Matt... Matt) It's crap, Fred. Fred, I'm tellin you, there's nothing but **** goin on and we need some new music.

FRED:

Wha... wha... what about Limp Bizkit?

MATT:

Limp Bizkit is ******' cool. You guys are cool; the new record's great, but **** all that other ****! I'm so SICK of all that weak **** (Fred in backgound: Matt, calm down.. wh-what's up?) that's taking up space in the charts. (Fred: Woah, Matt) **** that shit, Fred, I'm outta here! (something breaks in background)

FRED:

Fuuuck, dude... ******' Pinfeld is pissed! Oh man, I gotta go find that bald bastard. (far off) Hey Matt... Matt!

-- "The Mind of Les" --

LES CLAYPOOL:

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 masturbator

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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