Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit You're freakin' me out you wear a mask Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit You're freakin
nice If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has got a body like you But I've got to think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all
, it's gone too far and it's on I never did, well, I never did kid, it's gone too far Fuckin' punks been bringing all the funk in Knowing you man you
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You wanted the worst? You got the worst The one, the only, Limp Bizkit
out on stage All headaches go away Got the back from the sickest road crew Chris and Bobby for sticking to it Sugar Ray, taught me life was all about
Tell me why you came? Tell me why you're here? Tell me why your voice is always ringin' in my ear? You wanna be the man Hangin' with my crew Who the hell
me, nobody cares Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms I'm so sick of the world now It's all these people packing my identity Now all the enemy's
Come on fool what's up Got that shit Straight comin' at ya, punk To criticize is critical when digging on my concept Rhythms keep on building like a
Am I a freak in the darkness Or am I a misfit You speak with opinions To seek in so deep But it's alright Well your just an illusion Confused by your
it But in the long run you'll be the one regrettin' it Maybe you won't Maybe you will But baby, you're still about as real As a three dollar bill There
taste the envious predictions Change with each hour, well, seen this before You even decide to step into my little world Gonna fuck it up One minute you think you're all this The next minute you think you're all
probably ever has before You've got your head up your ass Out of your mouth comes nothing but shh Still I listen, I absorb You amuse me, idiot All bent
What's with all the business? I get payed to take the microphone and slay the stage Stay away from all the bros in my band and all the fans And all
Перевод: Limp Bizkit. Intro (Three Dollar Bill Y'all).
Use your vehicle of salvation my brothers, Go buy a gun, And go give your gun to Jesus, And say "Jesus, You go kill the disciples of Satan, And you kill
Come on fool, yeah, Ah ah ah drop that shit, Straight comin' at ya punk The greater side is critical when diggin' on my concept, Rhythms keep buildin
business What's with all the business I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage Stay away from all the bros. in my band And all the fans and All
