Are you ready baby?

Are you ready?

Then get the fuck up!



Let me hear some noise!

There's diffintely not enough people on the fucking floor

There's diffintely not enough people on the fucking floor

You people come on get up

Woo ha



Wait just a minute

I see your mouth moving

But I don't hear a word that you say

Mish mosh

Up and bring my psycho highways

My ways up and down like the Dow Jones

I bring these microphones

I don't exaggerate

Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate

Don't hate you people just the 'tudes the attitudes

Lose the attitude

And I wouldn't be fucking mad at you

But if your fighting don't be fighting

Kid I'm sorta liking what your stealing

Your open room style needs some healing

Checked out by my flow I'm glad you know

Behind this punk I got the phattest fucking live show

You feel the tension the eye balls in your socket

You can't apprehend I'll be rock it you can't stop it

You like the ways we be living it

You need it your demo tape punk

Inspected then ejected who survives at the end of the day

When to much air play huh I'm gonna keep it all on the ground



I need you help baby

Get up!

Woo ha

Cambodia

What do you know about this punk!?

Who's hot, who's not?



Wait just a minute I see your mouth moving

But I don't hear a word that you say

Hand grenades best describes the impaction

Leaving no satisfaction

You take it back what was you doing back in 82'

No need for intrust

Just the thought for your mental call out

Shelter helter-skelter the J I'll bet ya the deal will upset ya

But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda

The king pin Bizkit that flows be on ya

The mental highways my path you can't stop the unexpected

So check your road block

Old black water keep on rolling

Cause this mic is mine and I'll keep on shinning on you



Do you feel it?

Then get up, get up!

Woo ha

Cambodia

What do you know about this punk!?

Who's hot, who's not?