Folks you?ve always been there for me I?ve made you as happy as can be No dope or booze I?ve kept it clean I?m practically every parents fucking
last time i saw you you said you were done with men you claimed it was a crazy idea fucking with your head proclamations were made that you could never
I watch you spin you're spun spin. sweet paranoia skin crawls Up for days fuck fuck tweak fuck You'll keep it together so you think you think. You waste
limp wrist recruits you X up kids and get in line with you the crew grows cuz it's limp wrist time why do you think we want you in our crew? just cuz
Tight pants and wallet chains Hooded sweats & Adidas drive me insane Dreadlocked crusties are hot and cant be beat Just double up the condom and stay
what's up with some of the kids? call yourselves hardcore punks well you're full of shit you're so not radical you closeted wimp you got the bible up
come around new to this and you and your friends form a crew old ideas from another place trying to tell us what we're supposed to be about don't try
Tight pant and wallet chains hooded sweats and adidas drive me insane dread-locked crusties are hot and can?t be beat just double up the condom and
Just got to the show I saw you walk in all alone you look good with your youth crew wear shaved head tough face and your revelation gear I saw you
Shelly I sing Dicks like Gary Floyd I truely adore I want Biscuits from the Big Boys knocking on my door For You! For you! Limp Wrist sings this song
I remember the days When very few were out Show were runned by a bunch of tough guy fucks Where all were afraid Boys & girls alike Just imagine
Little boys games putting up a front Just an excuse to lie on eachother What a stunt Locker room peepshow for soaped up boys Just throw in the towel
Cristian infultration you?ve got your biblical vision wanting to instill it on xxx hardcore with conservative precision this ain?t no cross on my
Just because you?re gay you aren?t exempt Waves of flags and shouts of pride have been sent Underneath that disco beat I?ve heard the hate While
hope ya (Got yourself a gun) It's the return of the Prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft Sip criss, get chips, wrist
collection. [chorus] [verse 3] It's - the - return of the prince, the boss This is real hardcore, kid rock and limp bizkit's soft Sip criss, get chips, wrist
I drive like this from a slip disk from a Limp Bizkit disk I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts so I get pissed and cant pick which wrist
pumpin' I get ya back around three we can do it one mo' gen Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang with a limp in my walk