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I fuckin' hate Limp Bizkit (me too)
That's good, I got somethin' we can do
(Grate 'em?) Yeah, shred 'em like cheese
Dope, 'cause I fuckin' hate 'em (please)
That motherfucker Fred Durst
Looks like he fell out his mom's face first
Yeah, you're tellin' me, he's got no swag
His raps suck like a vacuum bag (damn)
That's what's up, my G
He the worst white rapper that there'll ever be
Sure as fuck ain't no Eminem
Looks like he's got Drake's pubes on his chin
Yeah, he's a punk, punk-ass bitch
You won't ever catch me listenin' to any of his shit
I don't blame you, they're fuckin' lame
That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don't give a fuck)
From what I see
You always do
That motherfucker Fred Durst
Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt
Haha, my whole damn body aches
Every time I listen to 'em I start to shake
Wait, wait a goddamn minute
You tellin' me that you listen to that shit?
I mean, not really, I mean not now
But back when I was a kid (hmm)
I don't know, dude
I'm startin' to feel like I barely know you
But, but, dude, I was just a kid
I didn't think too much about the things I liked
Things you liked? (Yeah)
How 'bout I beat your fuckin' ass to tomorrow night?
Hold up, dawg, I don't get it, we tryna fight?
You're goddamn right
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don't give a fuck)
From what I see
You always do
