Limp Bizkit. Cambodia. Zeneszám

Are you ready baby?
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up

Let me hear some noise
There?s definitely not enough people on the fucking floor
There?s definitely 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 fattest 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 entrust, 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?