Fred: Who can be the boss?

Look up to the cross

Stranded in the land of the lost

Standin up, I'm sideways

I'm blazin' up the path

Runnin on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal

Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode

I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes

Keep the media dykes

As re-enforcements for the fight

And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone

Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track

Where the fuck you at?

(Method Man - Tical)

Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now

(Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)

I'm pluggin in them social skills

That keep my total bills over a million

The last time I checked it

Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it

Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out

Method Man: They call me big John stud

My middle name mud

Dirty water flow

Too much for you thugs

That 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 for sunblock

Burn

Playin with minds can get you state time

Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind

Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug

Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug

Love is love all day 'til they both slug

And take another life in cold blood

Can't feel me?

Cause it's your blood

Murder is tremendous

Crime is endless

Same shit different day

Father forgive us

They know not what they do

Our praises do

I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo

Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you?

Shut the fuck up!

Come on a little louder

Shut the fuck up!

Everybody N 2 Gether now

Shut the fuck up!

What? What?

Method Man: Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn

Deadweight they dead wrong

Let's get it on

Twelve rounds of throwdown

Who hold crown?

Protect land with both pound

Limp Bizkit

Get around like merry-go

What's the scenario?

Comin' through your stereo

Why risk it

Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted

Eight essential vitamins and minerals

Delicious

Word on the street is

They bit my thesis

Knocked out their front teethes

Tryin to taste mine

Actin like they heard through the grapevine

Dope fiendin for the baseline

To provide rhyme

Pharmaceuticals

Hard as nails to the cubicle

Where you find that monster

She beautiful

Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit

Roll on the check

Kick a hole in the speaker

Pull the plug and inject

Fred: Mic check

So what's it all about?

Where we gonna run?

Maybe we can meet up on the sun

Discretion is advised

For the blood of virgin eyes

Limpin on the track with Method

So get the sunblock

You get your one shot

Until you dissolve

I revolve around everything you got

From outta nowhere prepare

You'll be blinded by the glare

I told you not to stare

Now you're turned into stone

Without a microphone

But don't you forget you're in the zone

(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)

And take that shit back

Cause all your shit's whack

(Method Man - (Doodoo is doodoo)

When it's way down like that

Burnin up your brain like a piston

So all those who didn't listen

Never even knew what they were missin

And never even knew that the sky was fallin down

Wu-Tang Clan for the crown

Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you?

Shut the fuck up!

Come on a little louder

Shut the fuck up!

Everybody N2 Gether now

Shut the fuck up!

What? What?

Method Man: It was over your head all day every day

S-I-N-Y

1-0-3-0-4

Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp

B-I-Z-K-I-T

Gotta know the time

Gotta know to rhyme

It ain't easy bein greezy

In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness

We gone

Peace

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on

Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm all alone

I can't do this

Feel it

You guys feel it out there?

Check your head if you feel it

Hey, hey, hey

Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think