Outro - Intellectual

[Outro]

[Verse]

You wanted the worst?

You got the worst

The one, the only, Limp Bizkit

We can't be stopped

You wanted the best?

Then go 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!

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!