Limp Bizkit – Pollution

come on fool.. YAW!
aw…aw…aw drop that shit
straight comin’ at ya, punk
to criticize is critical
when digging on my concept rhythms
keep on building like smoke
got’cha running from the law
maybe it’s that low end
smothered with the freestyle
maybe it’s the thought
of being on the bottom of the pile
style’s bound to the sky lines
keep ‘em on the sidelines
choking on my fly rhymes
you need the Heimlich maneuver
this ain’t no joke
you’re gonna choke
when I’m slinging it to ya
{chorus}
when do you decide (you decide)
then you can know in your mind (you decide)
when do you decide
I’ll probably never understand pollution,
you preach the noise
about the words that you don’t wanna hear
pollution, I keep the grip real tight on that mic
when I spill pollution,
you preach the noise
about the words that you don’t wanna hear
pollution, I keep that grip real tight breaker,
breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
suicidal punk let me know you’re real
I’m walking on a thin line
with the sticky bass line
now you’re stuck with the flow
running through your mind
so if you’re crossing over,
let me know you’re real ??????
now you get the feel
I rumble like the thunder
now you’re going under
I bet ya wonder
what the fuck is even going down
I listen to ‘em stereotype
and then complain
I can’t refrain
from bringing on the pain
{chorus}
so when they tell me
to turn down that volume
I’m gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell Sam
to turn down that bass
I’m gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell me
to turn down the vocal
I’m gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell us
to shut the fuck up
I’m gonna bring that beat back
yeah, gonna bring that beat back
aw, gonna bring that beat back
fuck, gonna bring that beat back
yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back
{chorus}
I’m gonna bring that beat back
I’m gonna bring that beat back
I’m gonna bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back (2x)
BACK!! [repeated a bunch of times]
BRING DAT FUCKIN BEAT BACK, U SUCKA, FUCKIN SUCKA.. SONG
(Fred shut up, alright)
(this is me telling you to shut up…shut up)
(Fred, shut the fuck up)