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Keepin' it real
World wide baby
Limp Bizkits in the house
So bring it on

I'd like to dedicate this song to you
For makin my dreams come true
For the millinum
Are you ready?
Then get the f*ck up

Where you at Jacksonville
Rochester, Louisville
Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee
And Lewiston Maine?

Where you at Providence
Nashville, Memphis
Lauderdale, Portland
Orlando, Chicago and Frisco?

I left my heart in Austin
With Mary Campbell
Got lost in Boston
Lookin' for the tea party

Met a child molester in Worchester
Need a Kleenex every time
I'm leavin' Phoenix
I get silly when I play in Philly

Limp Bizkit committee down
In Kansas City
Never know what I'm in for
When I'm play in Denver

Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas
In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy
And I probably ain't leavin'
The next time I'm in Cleveland

Found my lucky coin in Des Moine
And spit on a boy
Named Tina in Pasadena
We get the swing from new Orleans

Ft worth and Dallas we toast
When we're tippin' up the challis
Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto
Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence

Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton
Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA
What can I say, I can't name 'em all

So somebody, anybody
Everybody get the f*ck up

Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Hey ladies
Who's hot, who's not
Who? Who?
Who's hot, who's not

I can't help
But believe in these friends
These bands, these tours
And these places I've been

I thank God, Mom and Dad
Adriana, the sky
For the love I feel inside
Jordan, my phat ass band

Without 'em I'd be nothin'
But a pumpkin'
Shoved inside a can
Without the fans there

Wouldn't be no show
And if that was really so
Then life would really blow

To the firm, you always got my back
KoRn for the love
And the swappin' of the tracks
My brother Cory D

My man Terry Date
We brought it to the plate
And you made it sound great
Scott Weiland the melody man

If you can't sing it nobody can
Wu-Tang Clan skills from the Method
The worlds best MC kills on this record
Slim Shady, crazy ass cracker

Staind, a brand new drug for your brain
Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool
And all of the bands with the demos
That were cool

I'm so grateful for this life of mine
The ones I didn't thank
I will some other time

Now I want somebody, anybody
Everybody get the f*ck up

And show me what you got
Show me what you got
Hey ladies
Who's hot, who's not
Who? Who?
Who's hot, who's not

Who's hot, baby?
Who's hot?

I've been around this world
And then some
Dumb ditty dumb kid
Where you comin' from?

I went from the garage
To steppin' on these stages
Outrageous rhymes left my mind
And soon became contagious

An MC with bad habits I am
I see a mic then I grab it
Scary ain't it?

Comin' raw with no corrections
Savin' all perfection's
For what I do with my erections
So dream on!