Dj....Premier...
    [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
  on and on the highways of rap
  Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal
  Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code
  I'm bashin all the media strikes
  To keep the media dikes
  As reinforcements for the fight
  And that alone
  Will keep John Gotti on the phone (haa haa)
  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
  (Shut the fuck up!)
  I'm pluggin in them social skills
  That keep my total bills
  Above a million
  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
  will 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
  To cut a rug
  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
  Im 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]
  Head strong dead calm ??
  Dead weight to dead wrong
  Lets get it on
  Twelve rounds
  I'll throw down
  Wu whole crown
  Protect land wit 4 pound
  Limp Bizkit
  Get around like merry-go
  Bust a scenario
  Comin through your stereo
  Why risk it
  Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
  8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious
  Word on the street is
  They bit my thesis
  Knocked out they front teefers
  Tryin to taste mine
  Actin like they heard it through the grapevine
  Dope fiendin for the bassline 2 for 5 rhyme
  Pharmacuticals
  hard as nails to the cuticles
  Where you find that monster she beautiful
  Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set
  Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug and inject
    [Fred Durst]
  Mic check
  So whats it all about? (bout)
  And where we gonna run? (run)
  Maybe we can meet up on the sun
  Discretion is advised
  For the blood emergin eyes
  We limpin on the track with the Method
  So get the sunblock (sunblock)
  You gettin one shot (haa)
  Until you dissolve
  I revolve
  Around everything you got
  From outta nowhere
  Prepare
  You be blinded by the glare
  I told you not to stare
  Now you're turned into stone
  Without a microphone
  But don't you forget you're in a zone
  (So shut the fuck up)
  And take that shit back
  Cuz all your shits wack
  (Doo doo is doo doo)
  When its weighed out like that
  Burnin up your brain like a piston
  So all those that didn't listen
  Now they even knew what they were missin
  And now they even knew the sky was fallin
  Down
  Wu Tang Clan for the crown
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Meth]
  It was over your head
  All day and every day
  S I N Y 10304
  Wu Tang Killa Bees
  And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
  Y'all know the time
  Y'all know the rhyme
  It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness
  And, you know, all that other madness
  We gone Peace
    Limp Bizkit
  Method Man
  Rock the house y'all
  Bring it on