I fuckin' hate Limp Bizkit Me too That's good, I got somethin' we can do Grate 'em? Yeah, shred 'em like cheese Dope, 'cause I fuckin' hate 'em Please That motherfucker Fred Durst Looks like he fell out his mom's *Meow* face first Yeah, you're tellin' me, he's got no swag His raps suck like a vacuum bag Damn That's what's up, my G He the worst white rapper that'll ever be Haha Sure as fuck ain't no Eminem Looks like he's got Drake's pubes on his chin Yeah, he's a punk, punk-ass bitch You won't ever catch me listenin' to any of his shit I don't blame you, they're fuckin' lame That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same Joke's on you You missed one clue We don't give a fuck From what I see You always do That motherfucker Fred Durst Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt Haha My whole damn body aches Every time I listen to 'em I start to shake Wait, wait a goddamn minute You tellin' me that you listen to that shit? I mean, not really, I mean not now But back when I was a kid Hm I don't know, dude I'm startin' to feel like I barely know you But— But, dude, I was just a kid I didn't think too much about the things I liked Things you liked? Yeah How 'bout I beat your fuckin' ass to tomorrow night? Hold up, dawg, I don't get it, we tryna fight? You're goddamn right Joke's on you You missed one clue We don't give a fuck From what I see You always do