[Outro]

[Verse]
You wanted the worst?
You got the worst
The one, the only, Limp Bizkit
We can't be stopped
We can't be stopped
You wanted the best?
Then don't get the fucking Backstreet Boys CD!
'Cause in this house, it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit!
Balls made of steel, balls made of steel
But don't kick me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the house!
Limp Bizkit's in the house!
Limp Bizkit's in the house!
Limp Bizkit's in the house!
You ain't shit, hahahahaha!
You ain't shit, hahahaha!
Hahaha, you ain't shit
Hahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!
You ain't shit, motherfucker!
You fuck, you ain't shit!

[Radio Sucks]
[Verse: Matt Pinfield & Fred Durst]
Hey, it's the bald man and I'm here to tell you why the new Limp Bizkit album is so important
That's because CDs like this one spare you from all the chart-topping, teeny-boppin', disposable happy horseshit that brings up the bile from the back of my neck
I have no time or tolerance for old shitty wack acts like that
I wouldn't piss on their CDs to put out a fire
And I'm tired of all those lame-ass, tame-ass
Pre-fabricated, sorry excuses for singers and musicians
Who don't even write their own songs!
What the world needs now is a musical revolution
We need some rock, we need something that has balls!
We need something with substance, depth, something with soul, some edge, some passion, some power
Shit, if it's gonna be mellow, fuck, man
It better have something, it better mean something!
I'm telling you, you gotta hit 'em with something hard
You gotta stick em' with something limp, like Limp Bizkit
I'm so fucking tired with that shit that I'm hearing on the radio
Radio sucks!
The same fuckin' songs over, and over again!
All the weak ones, all that disposable crap that isn't gonna matter in 3 months, it's just shit! It's crap, Fred!
Fred, I'm telling you there's nothing but shit goin' on, and we need some new music
W-wha- What about Limp Bizkit?
Limp Bizkit is fuckin' cool, you guys are cool, the new record's great!
But fuck all that other shit! I'm so sick of all that weak shit that's takin' up space on the charts
Fuck that shit, Fred! I'm outta here!
Fuck, dude, fuckin' Pinfield is pissed!
Oh man, I gotta go find that bald bastard
Hey, Matt! Matt!
[The Mind of Les]

[Verse: Les Claypool]
Hit me!
Firecracker!
So there you go
Fifteen of your hard-earned dollars right out the window
Most expensive piece of plastic that I've ever come across
Fifteen dollars
Fifteen dollars on a shoddy piece of plastic
There it is, Limp Bizkit in all its glory
Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masturbator
You love him, you hate him
You love to hate him
Hello! Hahaha!
Once when I was afraid to speak
When I was just a lad
My poppy gave my nose a tweak
And told me I was bad
Then I learned a brilliant word
Saved my aching nose
The biggest word you've ever heard
And this is how it goes
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Even though the sound of it
Is something quite atrocious
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Ah, those were the days!
I don't know
You got any more of that?
I'm smokin' 'em in a minute...
So, what did you think
You were getting a Celine Dion record?
No, no, no young bucky!
You laughed, you cried
You just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit, I don't think so
Fred Durst, I don't know
But what the hell, I got paid
Goodbye now!