Limp Bizkit — Show Me What You Got

[Intro] Keepin' it real, world wide, baby Limp Bizkit's in the house, so bring it on! I'd like to dedicate this song to you For makin' my dreams come true, for the millennium Are you ready? Then get the fuck up! Who's hot, who's not? [Verse 1] Where you at, Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine? Where you at, Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco? I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell Got lost in Boston, lookin' for the tea party Met a child molester in Worchester I need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix I get silly when I play in Philly Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver Hard Rock don't stop down in Vegas In Cincinnati the girls call me Daddy And I probably ain't leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland Found my lucky coin in Des Moines And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena We get to swing from New Orleans, Fort Worth, and Dallas We toast when we're tippin' up the Challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA What can I say? I can't name 'em all So somebody, anybody, everybody Get the fuck up! [Chorus] Show me what you got! Wooh, ah! Show me what you got! Hey, ladies! Who's hot, who's not? Who, who? Who's hot, who's not? [Verse 2] I can't help but to believe in these friends These bands, these stories, and the places that I've been I thank God, Mom and Dad Adriana for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band Without 'em I'd be nothin' but a pumpkin shoved inside a can Without the fans, there wouldn't be no show And if that was really so, then life would really blow To the firm, you always got my back Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks My brother Cory D., my man Terry Date We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great Scott Weiland, the melody man If you can't sing it, then nobody can Wu-Tang-Clan, skills from the Method The world's best MC kills on this record Slim Shady, the crazy ass cracker Staind, a brand new drug for your brain Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool And all of the bands for the demos that were cool I'm so grateful for this life of mine The ones I didn't thank – I will some other time Now I just want somebody, anybody, everybody To get the fuck up! [Chorus] And show me what you got! Wooh, ah! Show me what you got! Hey, ladies! Who's hot, who's not? Who, who? Who's hot, who's not? [Outro] Who's hot, baby? Who's hot?