13.Show Me What You Got
Keepin it real, world wide, baby!
Limp Bizkit's in the house, to bring it on.
I'd like to dedicate this song to you,
For makin my dreams come true for the millenium...
Are you ready？
THEN GET THE FUCK UP!!!
Woo-ha!
Who's hot, who's not？
Where you at, Jacksonville？
Rochester, Louisville？
Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Louiston, Maine.
Where you at, Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale.
Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco.
I left my heart in Austin, when Mary Campbell
Got lost in Boston lookin for the tea party.
Met a child malester in Worchester.
I need a Kleenex everytime I'm leavin Phoenix.
I get silly when I play in Philly.
Limp Bizkit Comittee, down in Kansas City.
Never know what I'm in fer, when I play in Denver.
Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas.
In Cincinatti the girls call me 'Daddy'
And I probably aint leavin the next time I'm in Cleveland.
Found my lucky coin in Des Moines.
And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasedina.
We got the swing from New Orleans.
Fort Worth, and Dallas we toast when we're tippin up the
chalice.
Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacro, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence,
Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha,
New York, L.A., what can I say？
I can't name em all.
So somebody, anybody, everybody,
GET THE FUCK UP!!!
And show me what you got!
Woo-hah!
Show me what you got!
Hey ladies？!
Who's hot, who's not？
Who？ WHO？!
Who's hot, who's not？
I can't help but to believe in these friends,
These bands, these tours, and the places that I've been.
I thank God, Mom and Dad, Adrienna...for the love I feel inside.
Jordon, 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.
Goin for the love and the swappin of the tracks.
My brother Corey D., my man Terry Date.
We brought it to the plate, and he 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 vein.
Les Claypool for actin like a fool.
And for all of the bands with 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!!!
And show me what you got!
Woo-hah!
Show me what you got!
Hey ladies？!
Who's hot, who's not？
Who？ WHO？!
Who's hot, who's not？
Whooooooooooo's hot？ Baby hehe. Who's hot？
Uh, yeah Lethal, I like that beat.
Bring it, bring it.
I been around this world and Dim-Sum.
Dum-diddy-dum kid, where you comin from？
I went from the garage to steppin on these stages
Outrageos vibes left my mind, they'd soon be gettin contagious.
An MC with bad habits, I am I see a mic and I grab it, scary
aint it？
Comin round with no corrections savin up perfections...
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on...
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