Are you ready baby?
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up
Let me hear some noise
Theres definitely not enough people on the fucking floor
Theres definitely not enough people on the fucking floor
You people come on get up, woo ha
Wait just a minute
I see your mouth moving
But I dont hear a word that you say
Mish mosh
Up and bring my psycho highways
My ways up and down like the Dow Jones
I bring these microphones
I dont exaggerate
Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate
Dont hate, you people just the tudes, the attitudes
Lose the attitude
And I wouldnt be fucking mad at you
But if your fighting, dont be fighting
Kid, Im sorta liking what your stealing
Your open room style needs some healing
Checked out by my flow, Im glad you know
Behind this punk I got the fattest fucking live show
You feel the tension the eye balls in your socket
You cant apprehend, Ill be rock it, you cant stop it
You like the ways we be living it
You need it your demo tape punk
Inspected then ejected who survives at the end of the day
When to much air play
Huh, Im gonna keep it all on the ground
I need you help baby
Get up
Woo ha
Cambodia
What do you know about this punk!?
Whos hot, whos not?
Wait just a minute I see your mouth moving
But I dont hear a word that you say
Hand grenades best describes the impaction
Leaving no satisfaction
You take it back what was you doing back in 82
No need for entrust, just the thought for your mental call out
Shelter helter-skelter the J, Ill bet ya the deal will upset ya
But Im an easy rider like Im henry Fonda
The king pin Bizkit that flows be on ya
The mental highways my path you cant stop the unexpected
So check your road block, old black water keep on rolling
'Cause this mic is mine and Ill keep on shinning on you
Do you feel it?
Then get up, get up
Woo ha
Cambodia
What do you know about this punk!?
Whos hot, whos not?