Limp bizkit rollin limp bizkit rollin

Play the fucking track Play that fucking track Oh there it is Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man Thats right yall We just keep on rollin baby Are you ready... Are you ready... Are you ready HOOK Move in now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up Back up Tell me what you gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out Hands up, now hands down Back up Back up Tell me what you gonna do now Cmon Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin Uh Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin What Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin Uh Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin Fred Durst Now I know yall 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 dont care, than we dont care See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth Then Ima hafta play, and break the fuck out And then well see you slept after one round wit X And what am I bringin next, just know its 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 HOOK Method Man Oh what, yall thought yall wasnt gon see me? Check my, dangerous slang atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus, its Wu Tang What the fucks 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 Youre left buttered up and lightly toasted So what, I drink and smoke too much So what I cuss too much, *shut the fuck up* Redman Yo, yo, now when we roll You motherfuckers tuck in your gold Cuz for the platinum, Im jackin niggas up in limos It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose You bitches, swing the vine on the bathroom nuts Im hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up Im a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts Method Man 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 Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit Redman Yo, and Im the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes Smell up, the bathroom like Craig Paul 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 thatll run up in your wife, maul and spill it PPPPPPP P- P- POW AAAAAAAAAHH Yo we said cmon HOOK DMX It just dont get no darker than that kid with the barker Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark Im a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare nigga Itll be like your man tryin to hold your brain to your head But youll be shittin on yourslef cuz you already dead And at the funeral you wont need a casket Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket Just get the casket, I really need my ass kicked My mom never let me forget, that Im a bastard I aint never been shit, and aint gon be shit Thats why I taste shit, whenever I see shit Its just that D shit, Ds short for do what I wanna do And thats what Im gonna do, right here in front of you And Ill be runnin you and your man straight up out And yall niggas aint runnin a fuckin thing but your mouth DMX bark AAAAAAAAHHH HOOK Durst You, wanna mess with Limp Bizkit yeah Yo