Verse 1:
(Fred)
Who could be the boss
Look up to the cross
Stranded, in the land of the lost
Standing up, I'm sideways
I'm blazing up the path, running on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code
I'm bashing all the media strikes
And keep the media dikes
That's reinforcement for the fight
And I don't want to keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone
I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
(Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
(Shut the fuck up)
I'm lugging in them social skills
That keep my total bills worth over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind not a record
Wait until the second round and knock em out
(Method Man)
They call me big John stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sho' shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged, learn
Temperature's too hot
The sun block burn
Playin' with minds and get you state time
Locked behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killer bees in the club with his lady bug
Brought his bitch to the dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love, all day till they throw slugs
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me until it's your blood
Murder rate's tremendous, crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us, they know not what they do
All praise is due
I'm big like Easy, and Big Bamboo
Chorus:
(Method)
What's that Ididn't hear you
Shut the fuck up
Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up
Everybody in together now
Shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up
(repeat)
Verse 2:
(Method)
Head strong, dead calm
Gat right arm
Dead weight, they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throw down
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both power
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
What's the scenario
Coming through your stereo
Wild, risky
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Hatas sent you vitamins and minerals, delicious
Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teeths, tryin' to taste mine
Actin' like they heard through the grapevine
Dope feening for the bass line, chupacabra
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cuticle
Where'd you find that monster she beautiful
Wu-tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug and inject
(Fred)
Mic check, so what's it all about
And where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes
Been Limpin' on the track with the Method
So get the sun block
You getting' one shot
Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got
From out of nowhere
Prepare, you'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare
Now you're turned into stone
Without a microphone
But don't you forget you're in the zone
(So shut the fuck up)
And take that shit back
'Cause all your shit's whack
(Doo doo is doo doo)
When it's weighed out like that
Burning up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listening
Never even knew what they were missin'
And never even knew the sky was fallin' down
Wu-tang Clan for the crown
Chorus