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'll ever be
(Hah, 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
(Hah, 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)
Hm, 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