Limp Bizkit- Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavoured Water

INTRO

This is not a test
This is reality
We're all lying
Who's in the house? (x3)
Limp Bizkit is in the house
Who's in the house? (x3)
Limp Bizkit is in the house
Bring it on

HOT DOG

Ladies and gentlemen!
Introducing the Chocolate Starfish!
and the Hotdog Flavoured Water
Bring it on!
Get the fuck up!
Yeah!
Check, one, two

Listen up, listen up!
Here we go
It's a fucked world ,we're a fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams, fucked up life
A fucked up kid, with a fucked up knife
Fucked up moms, and fucked dads
It's a fucked up a cop with a fucked up badge
Fucked up job, with fucked up pay
And a fucked up boss is a fucked up pain
Fucked up press, and fucked up lies
Well, Lethal's in the back with the fact of the fires

Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song (x2)

Ain't it a shame that you can't say "Fuck"
Fuck's just a word and it's all fucked up
Like a fucked up punk with a fucked up mouth
A nine inch nail I'll get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up babes who fucked up sex
Fake ass titties on a fucked up chest
We're all fucked up so whatcha wanna do?
We fucked up me and fucked up you

Chorus:
You wanna fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me

Ain't life a bitch, a fucked up bitch
A fucked up soul with a fucked up stitch
A fucked up head is a fucked up shame
Swinging on my nuts is a fucked up game
Jealousy filling up a fucked up mind
It's real fucked up like a fucked up crime
If I say "fuck", two more times
That's forty-six "fucks" in this fucked up rhyme

It's on
Everybody knows this song (x2)

Chorus

Hooo Haaa Haaaw!
Listen up baby
You.. can't.. bring.. me.. (bring me).. down
I.. don't.. think.. so
I don't want some
You.. better.. check.. your.. (check it).. self
Before.. you.. wreck.. your.. self
This.. my.. star.. fish
My.. choco.. late.. Starfish.. punk
This.. my.. star.. fish
My.. choco.. late.. Starfish.. punk

Chorus

MY GENERATION

If only we could fly
Limp Bizkit style
John Otto
Take em to the Matthews Bridge
Can you feel it?
My g-g-generation
Get up!
My g-g-generation
Are you ready?

Do you know where you are?
Welcome to the jungle punk
Take a look around
It's Limp Bizkit
Fuckin' up your town
We down loaded the Shockwave
For all the ladies in the cave
To get your groove on
And maybe you're the one
Who flew over the cuckoo's nest
But guess who's next? (who?)
Generation X
Generation Strange
Sun don't even shine through our window pane

Pre-chorus:
So go ahead and talk shit
Talk shit about me
Go ahead and talk shit
About my g-g-generation

Chorus:
Cause we don't, don't give a fuck, and
We won't ever give a fuck
Until you
You give a fuck about me
And my generation

Hey kid, take my advice
You don't want to step into a big pile of shit
Captain's drunk
Your world is Titanic
Floating on the funk
So get your groove on
And maybe I am just a little fucked up
Life's just a little fucked up
Generation X
Generation Strange
Sun don't even shine through our window pane

Pre-chorus
Chorus

Who gets the blame?
You get the blame
And I... Get the blame
Who gets the blame?
You get the blame
And I... Get the blame
But do you think we can fly?
Do you think we can fly?
Do you... think we can fly?
Well I do
I do
Fly!

DJ Lethal... Bring it on!

Oooh yeah!
Come on!

Pre-chorus
Chorus

FULL NELSON

Why is everybody always picking on me?
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
One of these days we'll be in the same place
In the same place punk, at the very same time
And when it takes place
And you wanna talk shit
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face

Chorus:
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash

I ain't believing all the shit you been talking ''bout me
Don't even know me, and still you're talking shit about me
One of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act
In the act, red handed
Caught up in the act, punk
And that'll be the day, the one and only day
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face

Chorus

Shhhh

So where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?
And where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?

I'm upset at the people
Who verbally rape us
We're talking
We try to ignore them
Ignore them until they keep talking
They think that they're building an empire
Without us
We've got the torch now
We've got the fire to burn this mutherfucker down
Town, town
Burn this mutherfucker down
Town, town
Burn this mutherfucker now
Down, down
Burn this mutherfucker now
Down, down
Burn this mutherfucker

Chorus

Mutherfucker!
Just shut your fucken' mouth!
Bring it on Lethal
Come on

MY WAY

Check, check, check check... out my melody

Special
You think you're special
You do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me
You walk around on me
Just one more fight
About your leadership
And I will straight up
Leave your shit
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed
Yeah

Chorus:
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway

Check out, check check... out my melody

Just one more fight
About a lot of things
And I will give up everything
To be on my own again
Free again
Yeah

Chorus

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go

Check out, check check... out my melody

Just one more fight
And I'll be history
Yes I will straight up
Leave your shit
And you'll be the one who's left
Missing me
Yeah

Chorus

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go

Check out, check check... out my melody

ROLLIN' (AIR RAID VEHICLE)

Alright partner
Keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is

Throw your hands up
Ladies and gentlemen
Chocolate Starfish
Keep on rolling baby

Chorus:
Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Come on!
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yeah

Now I know y'all be lovin' this shit right here
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care
1 2 3 times two to the six
Jolts in for your fix with the Limp Bizkit mix
So where the fuck you at?
Punk, shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up
While we fuck this track up

Throw your hands up

Chorus

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on (when?)
Every day and every night (oh)
See this platinum thing right here? (uh huh)
Well we're doing it all the time (what?)
So you'd better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh!)
We got the gang set
So don't complain yet
24/7 never begging for a raincheck
Old school soldiers passing up the hot shit
That rock shit
And bounce in the mosh pit

Throw your hands up

Chorus

Hey ladies, hey fellas
And the people that don't give a fuck
All the lovers, all the haters
And all the people that call themselves players
Hot mommas, pimp daddies
And the people rolling up in caddies
Hey rockers, hip hoppers
And everybody all around the world

Chorus (x2)

LIVIN' IT UP

Livin' in the fast lane
This is dedicated to you Ben Stiller
You are my favourite mutherfucker
I told you, didn't I?

Drama makes the world go around
Does anybody got a problem with that?
My business is my business
Who's guilty?
Can I get a witness?
First things first
The Chocolate Starfish is my man Fred Durst
Access Hollywood licence to kill
A red neck fucker from Jacksonville
Banging' on the dumpster funk
My microphone machete's in the back of my trunk
Rocker's who's steady with the
He says, she says
And don't forget about the starfish navigation system
Don't hate me
I'm just an alien
With thirty seven tons of new millennium
Dum diddie dum
Where's it coming from?
Mrs Aguilera, come and get some
Oh know, which way to go
To the dance floor
It's on my stereo
Pay me no mind
I seen The Fight Club
About twenty eight times

Pre-chorus
And I'm 'a keep my pants saggy
Keep a skateboard
A spray can, for the taggin'
And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls in my beer wagon
Cause I don't give a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane

Chorus
I'm just a crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane
Another crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
In the fast lane

Take two
Hoo haa!
Now who's the star sucker?
I'm the Starfish
You silly mutherfucker
Puff puff
Give the marijuana cig
Oops
I don't even smoke
But I love the way it smells
Here's a toast to the females
Sippin' lung champagne from a seashell
I think I gotta feel
And pop his ass like a zit
With the starfish navigation system

I'm no cheap thrills baby
Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills
I'm just an ordinary run of the mill fella
Spittin' out hella mic skillz

Pre-chorus
Chorus

Cause it's so easy to tell a lie
And it's so easy to run and hide
But it's not easy to be alive
So don't be wasting
None of my time

This world is like a cage
And I don't think it's fair
And I don't even think
That anybody cares
It'll leave a hole down the side of me
And it'll leave a scar
Can anybody see?
That we gotta get it out
We gotta get it out
And I'm 'a get it out
With the mutherfucken microphone
Plugging in my soul
I'm a renegade riot getting out of control
I'm 'a keep it alive
And continue to be
Flying like an eagle
To my destiny
So can you feel me? (Hell yeah)
Can you feel me? (Hell yeah)
If you feel mutherfucker then you'll say (Hell yeah)
Hell yeah, I'm livin' life in the fast lane

Cause it's so easy
To tell a lie
And it's so easy to run and hide
But it's not easy to be alive
So don't be wasting
None of my time

Chorus

THE ONE

Dead from all the loneliness
And this is how I feel
Understanding everything has never been my deal
Maybe you have crossed my path
To live inside of me
Or maybe you're the reason why
I'm losing all my decency

Chorus:
Cause I believe that you and me
We could be so...
Happy and free
Inside a world of misery
And I believe that you and me
We could be so...
Inside of you, inside of me
Cause this could be the one
This could be the one

I've been lookin'
I've been lookin' for my Mrs Right
But she don't exist
Chemistry is everything
And we're anything but this
Maybe I have crossed your path
And swept you off your feet
Or maybe I'm the reason why you cry at night
Before you sleep

Chorus

But what do you think?
We could give it a try
Cause you never know
Maybe we could be soul mates
But maybe not (maybe not)
But maybe so (maybe so)
If you never try
Then you'll never know
The grass could be greener (could be)
And it will always be greener on the other side
But you.. just never (never) know
This could be the one

Chorus

But maybe so (maybe so)
But maybe not (maybe not)
Who knows?

If you're alone
I know I...
If you can hide
Then go hide
Away
But I want you to stay, hey
And blow me away, away
I want you to stay
And blow me away
Away
If you're alone
Don't you try
If you can hide
Then go hide
Away
I want you to stay
And blow me away
Your way
I want you to stay
And blow me away
Away
Your way

GETCHA GROOVE ON

Yes, millennium shit
Limp Bizkit, hah, X to the Z, yeah, hah
Bringing it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlemen
Hahaha, my home boy
Yo, get at 'em dog

Chorus:
You don't wanna fuck with me today
Cause a little somethin' somethin'
Didn't go your way
So try not to feel like that today
Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from
Round the way
Come on
We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only giving a fuck
If you're invading this space
Gotta getcha groove on (Gotta getcha groove on)
Don't keep us waiting too long (keep us waiting too long)

Don't you treat me like a toy kid
Are you enjoying this?
Every single I'm alive I'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicating through the genelect
High tech
Kick you on the run now
Don't wanna be that guy
Every single second I'm alive
I'm alive
I don't understand why
I've got control for the candy in ya soul
I'm bumpin' up the sweetness
This is what you need
Another little piece of me
Inside of you
Cause you that I always keep it true
And that's exactly what I do
It's what I do
Yeah, it's what I do

Chorus

I've got breakneck delivery
No time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability
Shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul
And find yourself
Cause mind control
Can turn y'all into someone else
So fast you'll hear the party spin the fuck right off
Me and Fred about to go half of Microsoft (yeah)
Burning twenty percent
Your little half ass, direct hits
Ain't even making a dent
Running the red
All hell Xzibited lick
As we attempt to bring home the championship
It's all in the wrist
I still lead the league in assist
Give me the fifth
I'm drinking while I'm taking a piss

Chorus

I've got untapped material
I serial kill shit
Give me the real shit
X finish him off quick
Making your jaw split
When I'm touching the mosh pit
Constant conflict
Knock you faggots unconscious
Nauseous, raising the stakes
Increasing the weight
Got homies I can lay down
And lift their plate
So quit trying to invade my space
Before I call for a face to face
And gotta rest my case

This is how we do it
Just recognise
We can get you right to it
Look into these eyes
Look into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the fame
Then you might despise
The size of my game
Step the fuck back
Xzibit's on the track
You shoulda buckled up
Before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that
A demo from an eight track
Brought me to a place
Where platinum comes in eight stack, bitch

Chorus

TAKE A LOOK AROUND

All the teachin' in da world today
All the little girls fillin' up da world today
When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good
But I'm a live my life like I should
Now da critics wanna hit it
This hit How we did it, just because they don't get it
But I'll stay fitted, new era committed
Now this red cap gets a rap from these critics

But do we always gotta cry
Do we always gotta live inside a lie
Life's just a blast cuz it's movin' really fast
So ya better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass
Follow me into a solo
Remember that, kid, so whatcha wanna do
And where ya gonna run when your starin' down the cable of my mic
Pointed at yo grill like a gun
Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set
It's like Russian roulette when you're placin' your bet
So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done
Cuz I'm a be the one till I jet

Chorus

Does anybody really know the secret
Or the combination for this life and where they keep it
It's kinda sad when you don't know the meaning
But everything happens for a reason
I don't even know what I should say
Cuz I'm an idiot, a loser
A microphone abuser
I analyse every second I exist
Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist

And everybody wanna run
Everybody wanna hide from da gun
You can dig a rat through this life if you want
But you can't dig the edge off a knife (no sir)
And now you want your money back
But you're denied, cuz your brain's fried from the sack
And there ain't nothin' I could do
Cuz life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through

Chorus

Now... I... know... why (now I know why you wanna hate me)

Chorus

IT'LL BE OKAY

I just read your letter
It says that you'll be gone for a while
Everything was getting better
I guess I'm just a fool strung out

Pre-chorus:
What to do
My life is through
Just wanna kill
Myself for you

I wonder
Just how sympathetic you'll be
You've come to take me under
And I've forgotten all about me

Chorus:
So tell me why?
You say goodbye
And tell me why
You're fucking up my whole life?
Yeah
Fucking up my whole life?

So I'm on my way
I leave today
If I get away
It'll be ok
It'll be ok

I'm looking out a window
Into a world that's taken you from me
And I'm feeling so disgusted
How pathetic can I possibly be?
What to do?

Pre-chorus
Chorus

So I'm on my way
I leave today
If I get away
It'll be ok
It'll be ok

If there's a better place you can take me
A better life you give me
Whatever place I can start all over
And I will never need what you gave me
And never need you to save me
And never feel like this life is over

If there's a better place you can take me
A better life you give me
Whatever place I can start all over
Then I would never need what you gave me
And never need you to save me
And never feel like this life is over
Feel like this life is over

So I'm on my way
I leave today
If I get away
It'll be ok
It'll be ok

BOILER

Looks like I'm 'a do everything myself
Maybe I could use some help
But hell, you want something done right
You gotta do it yourself
Maybe life is up and down
But, my life's been what to now?
I crawled up your butt from hell
And that's when things got turned around

It used to be a lie
And now it feels pathetic
And now I get it
What's done is done
You just leave it alone
And don't regret it
Sometimes some things turn into dumb things
And that's when you put your foot down

Chorus:
Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you? (like you)
Why do you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (like me)
How could you do somebody like that
You know that I'm never coming back

Looks like I'm 'a do everything myself
Maybe I could use some help
But hell, if you want something done right
You just do it yourself
Got it?

Maybe life is up and down
But, but my life's been what to now?
Got it?
I crawled up your butt somehow
Got it?
And that's when shit got turned around

It used to be a lie
So pathetic
But now I get it
What's done is done
I know, you just leave it alone
And don't regret it
But sometimes some things turn into dumb things
And that's when you put your foot

Chorus

Depending on you is done (is done)
Giving to you is done
No more eating, no sleeping, no living
It's all just what giving to you and I'm done (and I'm done)

But hiding from you is done (is done)
But lying from you is done
No more eating, no sleeping, no living
It's all just what giving to you and I'm done (and I'm done)

Chorus

But why?
Why?

Ladies, gentlemen
What you are experiencing
Is in fact an inner lie man
I would like you to kick back
And think about everything you've just heard

HOLD ON

You keep your distance
I can't deny you
I got the feeling
Can't satisfy you
I got your picture on the wall
I got the picture long gone
You keep your wishes
I'll keep my feelings
There goes along the one
That kept me breathing
I'm waiting for you
I know you're leaving
I still adore you
You never need me

Chorus:
Hold on
I've found another way to let you go
Away
Hold on
You've found another way to bleed my soul
Away

The things you told me
To hear you speak
I'm burning slowly
I'm growing weak
You bring me closer to yesterday
Yesterday's a million miles away
Why can't you hear me?
Why can't I see you?
And I don't understand
What keeps me breathing
I'm waiting for you
I know you're leaving
I'll still adore you
You'll never need me

Chorus

ROLLIN' (URBAN ASSAULT VEHICLE)

Play the fucken' track!
Play that fucken' track!
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right y'all, Method Man
We just keep on Rollin' baby

Are you ready?!

Chorus:
Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Uggh
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
What?
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Uggh

Now I know y'all be lovin' this shit right here
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care
See I ain't giving a fuck
When pressing your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
So keep me in this cage
Until you run that mouth
Then I might have to play
And break the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left
After one round with X
And what am I bringing next?
Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at?
Punk, shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up
While we fuck this track up

Are you ready?!

Chorus

Oh what, y'all thought y'all were promotion me?
Check my dangerous slang
Atrocious
When I let these nuts hang
Focus
It's Wu Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approach us
These twin supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for copers
Too late to get your blowgun unholsted
You leapt, light it up, and lightly toasted
So what?
I drink and smoke too much
So what?
I cut too much
Shut the fuck the up

Now when we roll
You mutherfuckers turn in your gold
Cause for the platinum
I'm jackin' niggers up in limos
It ain't nothin' for bullets
To unbutton your clothes
This wretched yellow mellow tissue
Up in his nose
You bitches

Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts
I'm hairy as hell
Ahh to hell
And tattooed up
I'm a dog
Only fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high-school I dealt only with the classroom sluts

My name is Johnny Donny Brascoe
Talk the gat low
Cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money
Funny how hungry they'll be
Snatch crumbs from me
Dark and hard
Mix bodies in the mosh pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O.
You're lookin' at the raw invented
On Friday I spit
Thirty five to forty minutes
Smell up the bathroom
Like Craig Paul was in it
Ending up on your back
Whose whore's up in it
Anyone can match me
I crack 'em all a Guiness
Fuck how many thugs are playas?
A ball is in it
Brick city, Shaolin
Better call 'em sinners
Boys that'll run up in your
White mall and spill it

Yo, peace and come on!

Chorus

It just don't get no darker than that
Kid with the park
Go ahead with the boots
And shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigger
But ain't there nigger
Quicker than the hair trigger
Took you dead nigger
It'd better like
Yo man, trying to hold your breath
In your head
Cause you'll be shitting on yourself
Cause you're already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket
I'm leaving just enough
For them to stuff their basket
But their skippin'
Task it
I'm gonna need my ass kicked
My mom never let me forget
That I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit
There ain't gonna be shit
That's why I take shit
But if I see shit
And to their D shit
D Sharp
Do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do
Right here in front of you
And I'll be running you
Wait up man, stand up out
Yeah niggers ain't running a fucken' thing
But your mouth

Chorus

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah)
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on (when?)
Every day and every night (oh)
See this platinum thing right here? (uh huh)
Well we're doing it all the time (what?)
So you'd better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh!)
And if you really really really wanna get shit started
Then people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded!
People everywhere just get retarded!

Chorus

That's right baby!
Punk
Limp Bizkit
DMX
Method Man
Method Man
Swizz Beats
Where the fuck you at?
Punk that shit!

OUTRO

This, HDFW bass to Chocolate Starfish, read, over
Chocolate Starfish, reading, over
Your mission, universal communication
Was your mission completed?
Affirmative
Permission to terminate
Permission granted
Bring it ooooon

Ben Stiller: Jesus, ooooh. I can put a Z in my name. I'm bad. I'm never gonna move out of Jacksonville. I'm livin' in fucken' Hollywood. You know this is my first uh rock slash rap album. So, it's kind of new for me. The whole pop world. This is a phat beat, by the way. And I'm talkin' P.H. phat. Thank you uh, to uh, DJ Lethal. For this phat beat. Did you grow up with DJ Lethal, Fred? And did you call him DJ Lethal when you were kids? That's what his momma named him huh? Oooh, little DJ Lethal. Can't mess with Limp Bizkit. Cause we get it on every day and every night. So, back it up, you know what I'm saying?
Fred: You don't like Limp Bizkit?
Ben Stiller: No no no, I think Limp Bizkit is great man!
Fred: What do you like about us?
Ben Stiller: Um, I like that you're so fucken' out there with your message. You know, shut the fuck up man! Watch out mom! Big bad rock star!
Fred: Are you serious?
Ben Stiller: Ooh, I can slash your ass with a chainsaw. No, I'm just saying the message of being able to slash someone's ass, that's a good message to put out there. And with a chainsaw, we're gonna get it down raw. Or whatever, you know what I'm talking about? You know what I'm talking about right?
Fred: So obviously, you really don't, you're not down with the Bizkit
Ben Stiller: No no I'm limpin' with the Bizkit. I'm totally limpin' with the Bizkit man. I am limpin' with the Bizkit. Totally.
Fred: And would you pay, are you gonna pay money to listen to this record?
Ben Stiller: This record? Which one, this one, you mean Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavoured Water? So yeah, cut the beat and let's start this shit up, ok? Come on, shut the fuck up, and start this shit up It's all crazy thrash, punk, pop, metal to you. But it's somewhere out there in the... You know, up there with Rod Stewart and uh... Rod Stewart, is the Bizkit man. I mean I'm talkin', when you're limpin' with the Bizkit, you're talkin' about the major groups in rock 'n roll. Who else could take rap, hip-hop, thrash punk metal. Take it, throw it in the can, spin it around and, come out with something that wasn't fertilizer? And it was the Bizkit, the Limp Bizkit man. And when they came on the scene, I don't care what you say Counterfeit blew the fucken' people down town. [laughter]

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