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(Fred Durst) Uh uh uh Who could 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 then brands me like a bar code I’m bashin all the media strikes To keep the media dykes As reinforcements for the fight And that alone’ll keep John Gotti on the phone I’m tangled in the zone I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? (Tical!) Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (Meth: 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 a mind that’ll wreck it Wait until the second round and knock em out (Method Man) They call me Big John Stud My middle name Mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thug And can’t stand the flood What up Doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sureshot Mr. Meth I’m unplugged (learn) Temperatures too hot for sunblock (burn) Playin wit minds That get you state time Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine Killa bees in the club Wit his ladybug Brought a sword to the dance floor Then cut her up Love is love all day Till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can’t feel me til its your blood Murder rates tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do All praise is due I’m big like Easy And Big Bamboo Chorus(Meth) 2x Whats that, I didn’t hear you (Shut the fuck up) Come on, a little louder (Shut the fuck up) Everybody in together now (Shut the fuck up) What huh (Just shut the fuck up shut the fuck up) (Meth) Headstrong, dead calm (Method and Fred: GET RIGHT ON!) Dead weight to dead wrong, let’s get it on Twelve r
