Limp Bizkit

Aw...aw...aw drop that shit
Straight comin at ya, punk
The greatest side is critical when digging on my concept
Rhythms keep on building like smoke
Gotcha running from the law
Maybe its that low end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe its the thought of being on the bottom of the pile
Styles bound to the sky lines
Keep em on the sidelines
Choking on my fly rhymes
You need the heimlich maneuver
This aint no joke
Youre gonna choke
When Im swinging it to ya

When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (you decide)
When do you decide
Ill probably never understand
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you dont wanna hear
Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you dont wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight

Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
Suicidal punk let me know youre real
Im walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now youre stuck with the flow running through your mind
So if youre crossing over, let me know youre real
With them flecks on your neck, now you get the feel
I rumble like the thunder
Now youre going under
I bet ya wonder what the fuck is even going down
I listen to em stereotype and then complain
I cant refrain from bringing on the pain

So when they tell me to turn down that volume
Im gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell sam to turn down that bass
Im gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
Im gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the fuck up
Im gonna bring that beat back
Yeah, gonna bring that beat back
Aw, gonna bring that beat back
Fuck, gonna bring that beat back
Yo, yo, yo, say, bring that beat back

Im gonna bring that beat back
Im gonna bring that beat back
Im gonna bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back [2x]
Back [repeated a bunch of times]
(fred shut up, alright)
(this is me telling you to shut up...shut up)
(fred, shut the fuck up)