No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling lonely lies
But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be i have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free
No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you
No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through
But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be i have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free
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No one knows what it´s like To be mistreated To be defeated Behind blue eyes
and No one knows how to say That they're sorry And don't worry I'm not telling lies
But my dreams, they are as empty As my conscience seems to be i have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes. Break Stuff Lyrics It's just one of those days When ya don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked, everybody sucks. You don't really know why But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off No human contact And if you interact your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away mother fucker! It's just one of those days!
It's all about the he says she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin' shit slip Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip It's all about the he says she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin' that shit
It's just one of those days Feelin' like a freight train First one to complain Leaves with a blood stain Damn right I'm a maniac You better watch your back Cuz I'm fuckin' up your program And if you're stuck up You just lucked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker! It's just one of those days!
It's all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit lettin shit slip Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip It's all about the he says she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin that shit, punk So come and get it
I feel like shit My suggestion is to keep your distance Cuz right now I'm dangerous We've all felt like shit And been treated like shit All those motherfuckers, that want to step up
I hope ya know I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I just might break something tonight
I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I just might break something tonight
I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I just might break your fuckin' face tonight
Give me something to break Give me somthing to break Just give me stuff to break How 'bout your fuckin' face?
I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, what? A chainsaw, what?, a mutherfuckin' chainsaw, what? So come and get it
It's all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit lettin shit slip Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip It's all about the he says she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin that shit Punk, so come and get it Rollin' (Urban Raid Vehicle) Lyrics Play that fuckin' track! Play that fuckin' track! (Oh there it is.)
Limp Bizkit, DMX (Wha?) Redman, that's right y'all, Method Man, we just keep on rollin' baby.
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Move in,Move out Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me what cha` gonna do now. Breathe in, breathe out. Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
Now I know y'all be lovin' this shit right here, L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here. People in the house put them hands in the air, Cause if you don't care, then we don't care. See I ain't givin' a fuck, quit pressin' your luck. Untouchable, branded unfuckable. So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth. Then I'ma have to play, and brake the fuck out. And then we'll see who's left, after one round with X. And what am I bringin' next? Just know it's Red and Meth. So where the fuck you at punk? shut the fuck up! And back the fuck up while we fuck this track up.
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Move in, move out, Hands up, now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. breathe in, breathe out. Hands up, now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
Check my, dangerous slang atrocious, When I let these nutz hang, focus it's Wu-Tang. What the fuck's a Hootie And The Blowfish I wave my black flag at the roaches Who approches, these twin supersoakers Who have poisenous darts for culprits. Too late to get your blow gun unholstered. You're left buttered up and lightly toasted. So what. I drink and smoke to much. So what, I cuss to much, shut the fuck up.
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers turn in your gold, Cause for the platinum I'm jackin' niggaz up in limos. It ain't nothin' for bullets to unbutton your clothes. Description: Yellow male, tissue up in his nose. (you bitches) Swing the vine on the baboon nuts, I'm hairy as hell, loud as hell, and tattooed up I'm a dawg only fuck in the bathroom (what?) In high school I dealt only with the classroom sluts.
My name is: Johny, Donny, Brasco, tuck the gat low, Cut your cash flow, yell if you want money. (Ahhhhhhhhh) Funny, a hungry nigga snatch crumbs from me, Dark and hard mix bodies in the mosh pit.
And I'm the D.O., you lookin' at the raw invented. On friday I spent thirty five to forty minutes Smell up the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it. Ending up pull your back who swore up in it Anyone can match me, I'm crack 'em all the Guiness. Fuck how many thugs, and playas, and ballas in it Brick city, Shao-Lin better call us sinners Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it.
(AAAAAAA) (He said come on!)
move in, move out, Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. I breathe in I breathe out. Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
It just don't get no darker than that kid with the parka. Bald head with the boots, he shoots to make it spark. I'm a fair nigga, but ain't there a nigga. Quicker then the hair trigga so you dead nigga, It'll be like your man, tryin' to hold your brain to your head. But you'll be shittin' on yourself, cause you already dead. And at the funeral you won't need a casket, I'm leavin' just enough for them to stuff you in a basket.
A tisket, a tasket (what?), i really need my ass kicked. (what?) My mom's never let me forget that I'm a bastard. Ain't never been shit and ain't gonna be shit, That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit. It's just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do. And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you And I'll be runnin' where your man straight up out You niggaz ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but your mouths.
move in, move out, Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. breathe in, breathe out. Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (yeah) You can't mess with Limp Bizkit. (why?} Because we get it on. (when?) Every day and every night. (oh) See this platinum thing right here? (uh-huh) Well we're doin' it all the time. (what?) So you better get some better beats and uh, get some better rhymes. (dough!)
But if you really really really wanna get shit started. Then people everywhere just get retarded. Get retarded. Get retarded. Then people everywhere just get retarded.
move in, move out, Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. breathe in, breathe out. Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me whatcha` gonna do now. (come on)
