To the tune of 'Ready To Go' by Limp Bizkit (feat. Lil Wayne)
[INTRO]
Go check your prostate!
Who is this?! (Limp what?)
They’re such… old… news!
Old farts! (Shut ‘em up!)
Boo! (Oh god, turn it off!)
Tell Freddy to quit!
Old farts! (Shut ‘em up!)
Boo! (Oh god, turn it off!)
Tell Freddy to quit!
[CHORUS]
They said Limp Bizkit wouldn’t suck anymo’
They said Limp Bizkit wouldn’t suck anymo’
They said the whole lame group would stop with each terrible show
We think that men in their forties should not go on tour
We think that men in their forties should not go on tour
Your act is kitsch, as you jump around sweaty and old
Looks like your mosh pit is an elderly home
You shouldn’t headbang or you’ll pop your back, crackin’ a bone
You shouldn’t headbang or you’ll pop your back, crackin’ a bone
A bristly chin from that paedophile beard that you’ve grown
And now we wish that this old bloated Freddy would go
And now we wish that this old bloated Freddy would go
Yeah, Freddy should go. Yeah, Freddy should go
You’re filthy rich, call it quits now and head on back home
Start getting more toned, by shedding a stone
Keep out the fridge and please don’t do Nu Metal no mo’
[VERSE 1- FRED DURST]
Fat, eating chocolate starfish hotdogs
Give those finger paints back to Lady Gaga
That's right it's Freddy D, the chubby-head emcee
You know this chump should have quit back in 2003 (Oh!)
Keep out the fridge and please don’t do Nu Metal no mo’
[VERSE 1- FRED DURST]
Fat, eating chocolate starfish hotdogs
Give those finger paints back to Lady Gaga
That's right it's Freddy D, the chubby-head emcee
You know this chump should have quit back in 2003 (Oh!)
What a group of schmucks, straight outta Jacksonville
Such a rip-off paying twenty bucks for Three Dollar Bill
Your clothes are looking tight, you sure you’re eating right?
Your clothes are looking tight, you sure you’re eating right?
Look like a walking lump of biscuit crumbs and cellulite
Still you linger on, when Linkin Park has died
This mic fiend’s getting plumper, lay off the pumpkin pie
This mic fiend’s getting plumper, lay off the pumpkin pie
You had your moment, guys. The 90s passed us by
Yet still you gobble-up customers to suck ‘em dry (Pay up!)
Damn, you jumped the shark hard. Zoolander and Eminem?
Zach Galifianakis called - he wants his hobo look back, man
Damn, you jumped the shark hard. Zoolander and Eminem?
Zach Galifianakis called - he wants his hobo look back, man
You’re still in stock? Where’s your latest album sold?
Oh, it’s on the shelf, hiding underneath the mould
Oh, it’s on the shelf, hiding underneath the mould
They said Limp Bizkit wouldn’t suck anymo’
They said the whole lame group would stop with each terrible show
We think that men in their forties should not go on tour
We think that men in their forties should not go on tour
Your act is kitsch, as you jump around sweaty and old
Looks like your mosh pit is an elderly home
You shouldn’t headbang or you’ll pop your back, crackin’ a bone
You shouldn’t headbang or you’ll pop your back, crackin’ a bone
A bristly chin from that paedophile beard that you’ve grown
You know we wish that this old bloated Freddy would go
You know we wish that this old bloated Freddy would go
Yeah, Freddy should go. Yeah, Freddy should go
You’re filthy rich, call it quits now and head on back home
Start getting more toned, by shedding a stone
Keep out the fridge and please don’t do Nu Metal no mo’
Keep out the fridge and please don’t do Nu Metal no mo’
[VERSE 2- LIL WAYNE]
What the fuck is up?
Uh, fuck, my words cuss a lot
I’m gon’ spit some swag, then clutch my crotch
Snort crack from a trashbag, much disgust
What the fuck is up?
Uh, fuck, my words cuss a lot
I’m gon’ spit some swag, then clutch my crotch
Snort crack from a trashbag, much disgust
C’mon. Bucks! Bucks, bucks in the six figures
Concert double-charge so we’ve sold plenty more tickets
Schmucks! Suck up all this Limp Bizkit
Now we’re rich making lots as your spend your millions
Uh, and it’s easy to be rich, yo
See, if a teen’s white, take that kid’s dough
You’ll blow up from show spots where ya spits flow
Then make a music video with nymphos
Concert double-charge so we’ve sold plenty more tickets
Schmucks! Suck up all this Limp Bizkit
Now we’re rich making lots as your spend your millions
Uh, and it’s easy to be rich, yo
See, if a teen’s white, take that kid’s dough
You’ll blow up from show spots where ya spits flow
Then make a music video with nymphos
Yeah, do hip-hop, if you’ve flopped
I’ll take Limp Bizkit money, until they get dropped
I’ll take Limp Bizkit money, until they get dropped
So just Keep Rollin’, ‘til you’re head hurts
Let’s stack up more plaques milking Fred Durst
[CHORUS]
[CHORUS]
They said Limp Bizkit wouldn’t suck anymo’
They said the whole lame group would stop with each terrible show
We think that men in their forties should not go on tour
We think that men in their forties should not go on tour
Your act is kitsch, as you jump around sweaty and old
Looks like your mosh pit is an elderly home
You shouldn’t headbang or you’ll pop your back, crackin’ a bone
You shouldn’t headbang or you’ll pop your back, crackin’ a bone
A bristly chin from that paedophile beard that you’ve grown
And now we wish that this old bloated Freddy would go
And now we wish that this old bloated Freddy would go
Yeah, Freddy should go. Yeah, Freddy should go
You’re filthy rich, call it quits now and head on back home
Start getting more toned, by shedding a stone
Keep out the fridge and please don’t do Nu Metal no mo’
Keep out the fridge and please don’t do Nu Metal no mo’
[VERSE 3]
So Wes is quite the artist, with ink and brush mascaras
Doesn’t paint a picture, he paints colours up his armpits
Gotta do my house chores, then I’ll mow my damn lawn
My lifestyle after forty’s rather dull and quite the bore
I was a rock god, now zero albums sell
I should buy a beard comb, it really smells
Yeah, I’m old and getting round as my belly swells
Shit, my pants ripped, hope I brought another belt
[CHORUS]
Gotta do my house chores, then I’ll mow my damn lawn
My lifestyle after forty’s rather dull and quite the bore
I was a rock god, now zero albums sell
I should buy a beard comb, it really smells
Yeah, I’m old and getting round as my belly swells
Shit, my pants ripped, hope I brought another belt
[CHORUS]
Limp Bizkit, get the fuck out the door
They said your whole lame group would stop with each terrible show
We think that men in their forties should not go on tour
We think that men in their forties should not go on tour
Your act is kitsch, as you jump around sweaty and old
Looks like your mosh pit is an elderly home
You shouldn’t headbang or you’ll pop your back, crackin’ a bone
You shouldn’t headbang or you’ll pop your back, crackin’ a bone
A bristly chin from that paedophile beard that you’ve grown
And now we wish that this old bloated Freddy would go
And now we wish that this old bloated Freddy would go
Yeah, Freddy should go. Yeah, Freddy should go
You’re filthy rich, call it quits now and head on back home
Start getting more toned, by shedding a stone
Keep out the fridge and please don’t do Nu Metal no mo’
Keep out the fridge and please don’t do Nu Metal no mo’
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