Limp Bizkit, Method Man — Shut The Fuck Up

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 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do Our praises do 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 N 2 Gether 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 What's 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 baseline To provide rhyme Pharmaceuticals Hard as nails to the cubicle 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 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 N2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! What? What? It was over your head all day every day S-I-N-Y Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T Gotta know the time Gotta 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? I'm all alone I can't do this Feel it You guys feel it out there? Check your head if you feel it Hey, hey, hey Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think