(by Limp Bizkit) Chocolate Starfish Gonna keep on rollin' baby Who's in, now who's out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you gonna do now Breathe in, now breathe out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Now I know ya'll 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 (yeah) 1. . 2. . 3. . times 2 to the 6, Jonesin' for your fix 'cause theLimp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at ? Punk shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up (Throw your hands up) Who's in, now who's out You... wanna mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah) You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why ?) Because we get it on (when) Everyday and every night (oh) And this platinum thing right here (uh huh) We're doing it all the time (huh) So you better get some better beats And, uh get some better rhymes (doh) We got the game set so don't complain yet Twenty-four seven, never beggin' for a raincheck Old school soldiers passin' out the hot shit That rocks shit and bounces the mosh pit (Throw your hands up) Who's in, now who's out Hey Ladies, Hey Fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers, All the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mommas, Pimp daddies And the people rollin' up in Caddies Hey rockers, Hip-Hoppers And everybody all around the world...
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