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Millenium shit

Limp bizkit, ha, x to the z

Yeah, ha

Bringin it live to you and yours

Ladies and gentlemen, ha, ha, ha

My homeboy, yo get at em dog

Hook: fred durst

You dont wanna fuck with, me today

Cuz a little somethin, somethin didnt, go your way

So try not to be like, that today

Cuz Im a real motherfucker from round the way

We dont give a fuck when were rockin the place

Were only givin a fuck if youre invadin the space

So getcha, getcha groove on [gotta getcha groove on]

Dont keep us waitin too long [dont keep us waitin too long]

[fred durst]

Dont you treat me like a toy kid

Do you enjoy this

Every single second Im alive Im a mess

Got these laser beam mic checks

Communicatin through the genelect

High tech, keep you on the run now

Dont wanna be that, guy

Every single second Im alive, im, alive

I, dont understand why

I got control, full of candy in your soul while

Pumpin up the sweetness

This is what you need

Another little piece of me inside of you

Cuz you know that I always keep it true (keep it true)

And thats exactly why I do just what I do

Yeah, its what I do



I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry

Extraordinary ability, shit longevity

Dig deep in your soul and find yourself

Cuz mind control can turn yall to someone else

So fast, your headll probably spin the fuck right off

Me and fred about to go half on microsoft

Me and limp burnin twenty percent

Your little half ass direct hits aint even makin a dent

What an event, all hell xzibit and limp

As we attempt to bring home the championship

Its all in the wrists I still leave the league an assist

Gimme the fifth, Im drinking while Im takin a piss, bitch



I got untapped material, I serial kill shit

Gimme the real shit, x finish em all quick

Makin your jaw split when Im touchin the mosh pit

Constant conflict, knockin faggots unconscious

Nauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the weight

Got homies I can lay down that lift they plates

So quit trying to invade my space

Before I call for a face to face, and gotta rest my case like...


This is how we do it

Just recognize we keep gettin right to it

Lookin through these eyes, look into these eyes

And youll see the size of the flame

Then you might despise the size of my game

Step the fuck back, xzibits on the track

You shouldve buckled up before your head hit the dash

You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight track

Brought me to a place, where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch

Hook to end

[xzibit over hook]

Limp bizkit ladies and gentlemen

Cmon! yeah!

Takin this shit over for motherfucking 2000, 2001

Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z, xzibit

Kickin a mudhole in you bitch ass motherfuckers

Yeah! ha! it dont stop what, it never stop huh

Like this! huh

Yeah, yeah, 2000
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