[Fred] (Method) Who could be the boss Look up to the cross Stranded, in the land of the lost Standing up, I'm sideways I'm blazing up the path, running on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code I'm bashing all the media strikes And keep the media dikes That's reinforcement for the fight And I don't want to keep John Gotti on the phone I'm tangled in the zone I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? (Tical) Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Shut the fuck up) I'm lugging in them social skills That keep my total bills worth over a million The last time I checked it Thank God I'm blessed with the mind not a record Wait until the second round and knock em out
They call me big John stud My middle name Mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thugs I can't stand the flood What up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged Learn, temperature's too hot The sun block burn Playin' with minds and get you state time Locked behind twelve bars from a great mind Killer bees in the club with his lady bug Brought his source to the dance floor to cut a rug Love is love, all day till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me until it's your blood Murder rate's tremendous, crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us, they know not what they do All praise is due I'm big like Easy, you big bamboo
Chorus: What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody in together now Shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up
Chorus: What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody in together now Shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up
Head strong, dead calm Gat right arm Dead weight, they dead wrong Let's get it on Twelve rounds of throw down Who hold crown Protect land with both power Limp Bizkit, get around like merry-go What's the scenario Coming through your stereo Wild, risky, lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Hataz sent you vitamins and minerals, delicious Word on the streets is, they bit my thesis Knocked out their front teeths, trying to taste mine Actin' like they heard through the grapevine Dope fiending for the bass line, chupacabra Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle Where'd you find that monster she beautiful Wu-tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug and inject
Mic check, so what's it all about And where we gonna run? Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised With the blood or merchant eyes We're Limpin' on the track with the Method So to get something right You getting' one shot Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got >From out of nowhere Prepare, you'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now your turn's in the storm With out a microphone But don't you forget you're in the zone (So shut the fuck up) And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack (Doo doo is doo doo) When it's weighed out like that Burning up your brain like a piston So all those who didn't listening Never even knew what they was missing And never knew the sky was falling down Wu-tang Clan for the crown
Chorus: What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody in together now Shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up
Chorus: What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder