Lyrics:
кисти, но нашел себя в виски
Синие глаза – limp bizkit, одинокий путь и он не близкий
Кто из вас тут знает слово лишний? У меня с ним ряд ассоциативный
back to the city like y day
Tryna live two lives man I feel like miley
That's so raven she think she psychic
Rock wid the ting limp bizkit my way
I just
Ayy, I do this shit bread or meat if I don't win, I don't eat
Facts, jack uh
Sir, big Bizkit, to you
It's goin' up and they know it's us, my pinky
Поставь кассету с записью Limp Bizkit затусим вечером,
До 6 утра все равно делать нечего, встретимся.
Просто поболтаем о проблемах волнующих нас, не
Makin' hit songs with artists that we thought you'd hate
Even Limp Bizkit's making better songs these days
Why he gotta call Trick Trick if he's Not
shit
Like Limp Bizkit (yeah)
Always stayin' lifted
Like a forbie (yeah)
Don't waste my time
Bitch you can't afford me (nah)
I be smokin' strong
King
limp bizkit (у-у)
У меня сотня очков, я ухожу по-английски (семьсот семнадцать)
В кармане крылья, будто пегас, но мы на них не летали (у)
Они косо
Bizkit?
(Yeah)
Then you can be like Limp Bizkit!
(How?)
You gotta sport the right gear,
(oh!)
Like this gold chain right here.
(okay)
You see this red hat
posin', posin'.
(Come on!)
Keep posin', posin', posin', posin'.
(Yeah!)
Keep posin', posin', posin', posin'.
You wanna be like Limp Bizkit?
(Yeah)
Then you
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
get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow
Bizkit
Throw on "Guilty Conscience" at concerts
And watch mosh pits
'Til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious
(Watch out, nigga!)
Some of these
Bizkit
Throw on Guilty Conscience at concerts
And watch mosh pits
'Til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious
(Watch out, nigga)
Some of these
get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow
hinter mir, ihr könnt es gerne versuchen
Das is' „Mache was ich will Shit“, Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
Verpiss dich mit dein' Drip-Shit, kindisch
Meine
wie Jigga texte im Kopf
Ey du mischst gern rappen und Rock und
Limp Bizkit's Fred is' dein Gott
Ich mach' mit dir 'ne Crew
Und misch' für dich ab
Rockstar lifestyle like Limp Bizkit (wasted)
Shawty from the South and she Super Bowl thick (thicky)
I'm the type of guy to fly you to the islands (fly)
I
a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she'd get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran
Where's the mini skirt
Made of snake skin?
Who's the other guy that's
a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out
Paparazzi that was the clip on all the news
Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst on stage
Scandal, gossip
I did it all for the nookie
Hook up slim Shady
I want
motherfucker (hoo)
Taking over flows is the Limp pimp (dick)
Need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis
I'm gonna drop a little east side skill (ooh)
Ya
motherfucker (hoo)
Taking over flows is the Limp pimp (dick)
Need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis
I'm gonna drop a little east side skill (ooh)
Ya
girlfriends, but don't let the squirrels in
As for their boyfriends, they'll find joy when
their girlfriends come home and bring Limp Bizkit toys in
I like
right I rhyme tight for cats on the block
Took it to new heights, look at Kid Rock
Y'all eat what I cook to put why'all on
So have a Limp Bizkit
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