I don't believe in your crazy theories I hate your dreams cause they make me weary I don't subscribe to the bullshit that you'd have me wear as a badge
fly Im living life a lot better Still keep a glock in case the jailers wanna hate tonight [Verse 1] Another day up in the hood, cant believe these cats
sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe
notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha) Puts an album out and rules for part of the year then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out
know you rollin in some dough And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met Don't trust em! [Interlude:] [scratching of BBD's 'Poison' and PE's 'Don't Believe
When I come back to you will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you makes me think of you and I get so lonely Well I believe you
Old Flag "On Flanders Field in World War I, She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun, She turned blood red in World War II She hung limp, and low, a time
into my eyes, don't try and act surprised it won't be only you with me and me with you, oh it's true baby I just can't believe you seem to be obsessed
ALRIGHT! [R. Kelly] Now all I wanna do is, baby Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like AAHHHHH! Bet your bottem dollar Can make you believe
in a poncho! And it's gonna much ya! Well we gotchya now! Fucking bleeding cars and lotion Freeds jackson now get to bleed macho all the time! No I believe, I believe
Asia] We in the air like natural and mystic Or smoke when the spliff's lit Don't bitch if you get your shit split Cuz you Limp like Bizkit Spit and focus
soloist, speaks with a legal accomplise Kenetic energetic scripts that baffle scientists Bodily harm from the shit that I rip I make a nigga limp like
stranger to shame I might stagger and I might sway I might stutter just a bit but that's ok I'm not walkin' too good that's true I got a broke ass limp
don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks 'n shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We
in worchester need a kleenex every time im leaving phonex i get silly when i play in philly limp bizkit committee down in kansas city never know what
While I'm out here doing my thing in Tallahassee You all out here treating my wife like a straight hoe I can't believe this Bitch I can't believe this
bowl pimps man sittin' up in the cafe tryin' to watch they hoes man make 20 or 30 dollars man. I'm sendin' this to the real pimps. 'Cause believe it