Limp Bizkit - Show Me What You Got

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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!