Play the fuckin′ track!

Play that fuckin' track! Oh there it is

Limp Bizkit! DMX (What?)Redman (That′s right y'all) Method Man

We just keep on rollin baby

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin', rollin′, rollin′, rollin' (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin' (What!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin', rollin′ (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin'

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

Cause if you don't care, then we don′t care

See, I ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin′ your luck

Untouchable, branded unfuckable

So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth

Then I′mma have the plague, and break the fuck out

And then we'll see who′s left, after one round with X

And what am I bringin' 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?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin', rollin′, rollin', rollin' (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin′, rollin', rollin′ (What!)

Keep rollin', rollin′, rollin', rollin′ (Uh!)

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin′, rollin′ (Oh what, y'all thought y′all wasn't gon′ see 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 approaches, these twin, supersoakers

Who have poisonous darts for culprits

Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered

You're left buttered up and lightly toasted

So what, I drink and smoke too much

So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up!

Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your gold

Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin′ niggas up in limos

It ain′t nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes

Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose

You bitches, swing the vine on the baboon nuts

I'm hairy as hell, outta 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, Donnie, Brasco

Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow

Yell if you want money, funny

A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me

Docs and Hot Nix, bodies in the mosh pit

And I'm the D.O., you lookin′ at the raw invented

On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes

Smell up the bathroom like Craig paw was in it

Endin' up on your back, Wu swords up in it

Anyone can match me, I crack ′em all to Guinness

Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it

Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners

Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it

Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin', rollin′, rollin′, rollin' (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin' (What!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin', rollin′ (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin'

It just don′t get no darker than that kid with the Parka

Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark

Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain′t nann nigga

Quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga

It'll be like your man tryin' to hold yo′ brain to yo′ head

But you'll be shittin′ on yourself cause you, already dead

And at the funeral you won't need a casket

Leavin′ just enough of him to stuff in a basket

A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked

My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard

I ain′t never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit

That′s why I take shit, whenever I see shit

It′s just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do

And that′s what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you

And I′ll be runnin you and your man straight up out

While y'all niggas ain′t runnin' a fuckin' thing but yo′ mouth

Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin' (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin' (What!)

Keep rollin', rollin′, rollin′, rollin' (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin'

You, wanna mess with Limp Bizkit?

You can′t mess with Limp Bizkit? (Why?)

Because we get it on, every day and every night

See this platinum thing right here? Well we doin' it all the time

So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes

You really, really, really wanna get shit started

Well people everywhere just get retarded

Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere just get retarded!

Now move in, now move out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out, hands up or hands down

Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin', rollin′, rollin′, rollin' (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin' (What!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin', rollin′ (Uh!)

Keep rollin′, rollin', rollin′, rollin'

That′s right baby!

Watch out punk!

Limp Bizkit, DMX, Method Man, Redman and Swizz Beatz!

Where the fuck you at?!

Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit!

Ruff Ryders! Punk!