Significant Other Album

Artist(s): Limp Bizkit

Cover Art

Limp Bizkit Significant Other Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 0:38

Use your vehicle of salvation, my brothers, go buy a gun.
And go give that gun to Jesus and say "Jesus...you go kill the
Diciples of Satan
And you kill the nazis, Jesus." Gimme an amen. Amen.

Give me a hallelujah, brother. Hallelujah.
Feel the pain of sweet Jesus.
Gimme another amen. Amen.
Gimme another. Amen.

You've got to kill the noise.
You've got to kill the pollution of Satan, brother, gimme a
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.

Have you been healed? Have you been saved? Has it happened to you,
Brother?
Thank the lord. Praise the lord. I love Jesus. I love Jesus.
Kill the pollution... pollution
Back to the top

Just Like This

length: 3:36
producer: Limp Bizkit and Terry Date
performer: Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
keyboard: Scott Borland
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Karl Egsieker and Ryan Williams
assistant engineer: Markus Ulibarri and Cameron Webb
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
GET UP LIKE THIS... JUST LIKE THIS, DO YA FEEL IT

Do you want to catch the vibe that's keepin' me alive?
I'm Following these phat *** beats until I die.
Fill 'em with tension, the sick dimension
I rumble the earth with my lowered suspension.

Just watch the ground move
Let the sound prove
That it ain't fake when the girls get naked.
Don't call it a comeback.

We bring that beat back
And we made sure that john kept them beats phat.
A lyrical rampage buring' you headset.
Open your mind

My rhymes ain't dead yet.
I want you to stand up put them hands up.
I'll break it on down
'Cause your pumpin' my band up?8230;.like this?8230;.

Just like this come on, get up

Music is key
It's the way we're set free
From all this world
Is throwing at me

The rhythms so insane
It's flowin' your vein
Triggerin' that neck poppin' a nerve up in your brain
I don't even know ya

But came to show ya
That bizkits limp when the night is over.
We shake the whole place
Make this earth quake

And it ain't fake
When we start the riots.
So rock the bells
Psycho females

doin' time blowin' up the phone line.
Call it a stampede
Comin' to your town.
We ain't gonna hold back.

We're comin' to get down.
I want you to stand up
And put them hands up and break it on down
'Cause your pumpin' up my band like this?8230;.

Just like this get higher come on get up.

Music is key
It's the way we're set free
From all this worlds throwing at me
And I'll do what it takes

If I make some mistakes
Its okay
'Cause its all
Just the way
It should be

Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all [Repeat: x3]
Yo john, bring that beat back!

Music is key
It's the way we're set free from all this world's throwing at me
And I'll do what it takes
If I make some mistakes

Its ok
'Cause its all
Just the way
It should be

Nookie

length: 4:50
producer: Limp Bizkit and Terry Date
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
keyboard: Scott Borland
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Cameron Webb and Markus Ulibarri
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
I came into the world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames
Dwelling on the past
It's burnin' up my brain
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day
My girlie ran away with my pay
When fellas came to play
Now she's stuck with my homies that she ****ed
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat

Hey, Like a chump

Should I be feelin' bad
Should I be feelin' good
It's kinda sad I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on
But I'm a sucker like I said
****ed up in the head, not!
And maybe she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break
My heart will ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your yeah!

Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your

Why did it take so long?
Why did I wait so long, huh
To figure it out? but I did it
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I can be deceived (but you were)
By my so-called girl (but in reality)
Had a hidden agenda
She put my tender, heart in a blender
And still I surrendered

Hey, Like a chump

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your

I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends to give you their advice
They'll tell you just let it go
It's easier said than done
I appreciate it, I do, but
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Just leave me alone

Nothing's gonna change
You can go away
I'm just gonna stay here
And always be the same

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your yeah!
Stick it up your

Break Stuff

length: 2:47
producer: Terry Date and Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Karl Egsieker and Ryan Williams
assistant engineer: Cameron Webb and Markus Ulibarri
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto, Brendan O’Brien
Its just one of those days
Where you don't want to wake up
Everything is ****ed
Everybody sucks
You don't really know why
But you want to justify
Rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact
Your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away ************
It's just one of those days
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit
I think you better quit, let the **** slip
Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit
I think you better quit, talking that ****
Its just one of those days
Feeling like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a bloodstain
Damn right I'm a maniac
You better watch your back
Cause I'm ****ing up your program
And then your stuck up
You just lucked up
Next in line to get ****ed up
Your best bet is to stay away ************
It's just one of those days
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit
I think you better quit, let the **** slip
Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit
I think you better quit, talking that ****
Punk, so come and get it
I feel like ****
My suggestion, is to keep your distance
Cause right now I'm dangerous
We've all felt like ****
And been treated like ****
All those ************s
That want to step up
I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your *** raw
And if my day keeps going this way, I just might
Break something tonight
I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your *** raw
And if my day keeps going this way, I just might
Break something tonight
I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your *** raw
And if my day keeps going this way, I just might
Break your ****ing face tonight
Give me something to break [Repeat x2]
Just give me something to break
How bout yer ****ing face
I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw
What!
A chainsaw
What!
A **********ing chainsaw
What!
So come and get it
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit
I think you better quit, let the **** slip
Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip
It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit
I think you better quit, talking that ****
Punk, so come and get it

Re-Arranged

length: 5:55
producer: Terry Date and Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
keyboard: Scott Borland
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Markus Ulibarri and Cameron Webb
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
lyricist: Fred Durst
Lately I've been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distance from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down

But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go
You and me we're through
And rearranged

It seems that you're not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down

But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go
You and me we're through
And rearranged

You're no good
For me
Thank God its over

You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
Cryin' on me
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
Dyin' on me!

You think everybody's the same
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
(You ruin everything and you kept ****in' with me until its over and I won't)
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
Be the same

Just think about it
You'll get it

I’m Broke

producer: Terry Date and Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
keyboard: Scott Borland
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Markus Ulibarri and Cameron Webb
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
I ain't no joke
So you should get a pen
And yourself a little note so you don't forget again
That when it comes to cash
I've been gettin smoked
Lendin' out my money
Now I'm broke
Somebody's gettin' choked
Cause now its time to pay the piper
Bums are the type of **** that's in a diaper
Don't make me have to call a sniper
And wipe your brains off my windshield wiper you dirty bug
As soon as I get paid they come in masses
There's someone givin' classes on kissin' peoples asses
Unless you're livin where the trash is
Don't even come around here askin' where my cash is

Me, I'm broke.

I ain't no joke
I'll say it once again
And if I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chin
Some people never learn
Borrowin from me you might regret it
For one I ain't no bank and you got shitty credit
As soon as I get paid they're comin' out the woodwork
Take your *** and get a job like you should jerk
Unless you're livin where the trash is
But you're not so find another spot where the cash is

Me, I'm broke

Gimme back my money, bum
You said you'd pay me back
I'm broke and for that
You deserve a smackin' for slackin'
Now people say I'm a slacker
If I'm a slacker
Then its through the eyes of the ones that are blind

Nobody Like You

length: 4:21
producer: Limp Bizkit and Terry Date
vocal: Jonathan Davis and Scott Weiland
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Karl Egsieker and Ryan Williams
assistant engineer: Cameron Webb and Markus Ulibarri
lyricist: Fred Durst, Scott Weiland, Jonathan Davis
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
I'm convinced
that you hate me
You like to see me cry
Its already a proven fact
And you wait and wait on me to die

Its all scary
I find it hard to confide
I would make you see it my way
You give
I take,
you say
You want to be away from me

You make me
I've got a reason and I won't let go
You take me down
I've got a reason and I want to know

I'm convinced that you ****ed me
real good
you did
But I wont let her go
I've got my reasons,
And I'm not even
so i wait on you to die

Please take this time for me to be unforgiven
I give my life to you
I lay my life on the line for you

You make me
I've got a reason and I won't let go
take me down
I've got a reason and I want to know

I got no reason
I got no reason
I got no reason
I got no reason

You make me
I've got a reason and I won't let go
take me down
I've got a reason and I want to know

Don’t Go Off Wandering

producer: Limp Bizkit and Terry Date
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
strings: Deborah Chase, Suzie Katayama, Joel Derouin, Eve Butler, Renita Koven and Larry Corbett
strings arranger: Suzie Katayama
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Markus Ulibarri and Cameron Webb
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
Everyday is nuthin' but stress to me
I'm constantly dwellin' on how you got the best of me
want to know somethin' I can't believe
The way you keep testin' me and mentally molestin' me
Would you think any less of me
If I said that I'd be there
Would you think any less of me
If I said I really cared
Of course you would 'cause you
Only want what you can't have
As for me, I'm stuck with my **** in my hand
Because

You don't feel nuthin' at all
You don't feel nuthin' at all

Maybe there's more to life than it seems
I'm constntly runnin' from reality chasin' dreams
want to know somethin' I can't believe
Just how much misery comes with humility
Do you think any less of me
Now that I'm gone
Look at me now, everything is gone
I can't seem to do anything right
But I figured out why you don't let me inside
Because

You don't feel nuthin' at all
You don't feel nuthin' at all

You need nothing from me now
So you think I'm useless to you now
But I need one thing from you now
I insist that you feel me now

You said, you said, you said you needed me
You said, you said, you said, you said

You don't feel nuthin' at all
You don't feel nuthin' at all

9 Teen 90 Nine

length: 4:37
producer: Terry Date and Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
keyboard: Scott Borland
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Markus Ulibarri and Cameron Webb
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
Bring it on!

Fame you're claimin' is the top of the world
But this stage I'm claimin is the top of the world
And love I'm feelin when you people connect
And if you're out in the crowd than you're gettin more than respect

If you're wondering I got plenty of flows
I'm makin plenty of friends and many are foes
But as the audience grows security knows
Stoppin' me now is kinda serious

No use in dreadin' what they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares where we're headin
'Cause now you muther****ers got a reason to jump!

So let's make somethin' out of it
This way we can all relate
Worldwide we collide
This is how we communicate

So lets make somethin' out of it
Whoever thought we would see the day
I can't believe we did it
So let's drift away

Hate, a feelin I don't really get
And hate can get you in some serious ****
Time is somethin that may change me
But I can't time so **** it

I've been stumblin' through these thoughts
And I thought the fact that I could be delirious
But as the audience grows security knows
Stoppin' me now is kinda serious

No use in dreadin what they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares where we're headin?
'cause now you ************s got a reason to jump!

So let's make somethin' out of it
This way we can all relate
Worldwide we collide
This is how we communicate

So let's make somethin' out of it
Whoever thought we would see the day
I can't believe we did it
So let's drift away

We see good things change, and good things go away
We see good things waste, and we waste the pain
What we need is a place to escape from today
Right

What we need is a place to escape from today
Right
Yeah
Bring it on

You want to be down with the G shock
**** the glam rock
Assed out like Ken Shamrock (Kid "sham" Rock)
MC's detest me

Want to chest to chest me
But I ain't all about that
You gotta be down with the G shock
**** the glam rock

Assed out like Ken Shamrock
MC's detest me
want to chest to chest me
But you don't want none of that

Where we at?
Don't stop!
It's 9 Teen 90 Nine!

My believer, wasn't it fine?
Eat my shirt, remember that?
Right on the line
Look at me, I'm singing to you

N 2 Gether Now

length: 4:50
producer: DJ Premier
engineer: Eddie Sancho
additional engineer: Markus Ulibarri
co-producer: Terry Date
guest other vocals: Method Man
assistant engineer: Dexter Thibou
lyricist: Fred Durst, Method Man
composer: DJ Premier
Who can be the boss?
Look up to the cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes
Keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the **** you at?
Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
Shut the **** up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out

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 sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
Burn
Playin with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous
Crime is endless
Same **** different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
Our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo

What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the **** up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the **** up!
Everybody N 2 Gether now
Shut the **** up!
What? What?

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious
Word on the street is
They bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline
To provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cubicle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and inject

Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised
For the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta 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 **** up!
And take that **** back
Cause all your ****'s whack
Doodoo is doodoo
When it's way down like that
Burnin up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin
And never even knew that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown

What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the **** up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the **** up!
Everybody N2 Gether now
Shut the **** up!
What? What?

It was over your head all day every day
S-I-N-Y
1-0-3-0-4
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
B-I-Z-K-I-T
Gotta know the time
Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on

Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think

Trust?

producer: Terry Date and Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Cameron Webb and Markus Ulibarri
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!
1 2 1 2 what the **** ya gonna do?

You know I see right through you
When you act like you don't know me
You lie, you cheat. You steal, you lose
Wouldn't want to be in your shoes
Always lookin' over your shoulder
For the ones you stick
You sick little prick
It looks like your times runnin' out
Creepin' up your back
So what you all about?

I'm too ****in' good
And ****in' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts to be a clown

You're the kind of guy with two faces
Just another life that's wasted
Here's a little fact
You do me like that
End up in the back of my trunk in a sack
You'd better keep your hands off
What's mine or anybody else's
When you're selfish
Your wealth is
All you crave from the cradle to the grave

I'm too ****in' good
And ****in' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts to be a clown

I got a little bitty question
Just what the **** are you thinkin'?
You think you're all that and then some
Well you're not
I think you're dumb ditty dumb
I take it back
Those thoughts are kinda whack
Don't really need that kind of karma on the track
Maybe Freddy Kruger will step into your dream and
Burn you like a demon and leave your *** screamin'
To be exact I wanted to react
Mission of attack
Your head was gettin' cracked
But you're a human bein'
That's lucky to be breathin'
And that's that
That's that
I don't trust anybody
'cause nobody trust me
Never gonna trust anybody
And that's the way its gonna be

I'm too ****in' good
And ****in' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts to be a clown

No Sex

length: 3:55
producer: Terry Date and Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
background vocals: Aaron Lewis
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Cameron Webb and Markus Ulibarri
composer: Sam Rivers, Wes Borland, John Otto, Brendan O’Brien
lyricist: Fred Durst
Went too fast,
Way too soon,
I feel disgusted and you should too.
Its no good when all that's left is the sex, the sex.

Sex has become all I know about you
Memories of those filthy things that we do.
There's not one single thought that is left,
After sex, with you.

Should have left my pants on this time,
But instead you had to let me dive right in,
Should have left my pants on this time,
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in.

Wait.

It's my *** and your perfume
They make temptation hard to refuse
So I guess, we undressed, to have sex,
Dirty sex.

Sex has become all I know about you
Memories of those filthy things that we do.
There's not one single thought that is left,
After sex, with you.

Should have left my pants on this time,
But instead you had to let me dive right in,
Should have left my pants on this time,
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in.

How can you respect yourself?
You couldn't respect yourself.
How can you respect myself?
How can you respect myself?

Realize that I'm worth more than that
Realize that I'm worth more than that
Realize that I'm worth more than that
Realize that I'm worth more than that
Realize that I mean more than that.

Should have left my pants on this time, (more than that...)
But instead you had to let me dive right in, (more than...)
Should have left my pants on this time, (more than...)
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in.

Show Me What You Got

length: 4:27
producer: Limp Bizkit and Terry Date
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Cameron Webb and Markus Ulibarri
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
where you at jacksonville
rochester louisville
columbia hartford milwaukee
and lewiston maine
where you at providence
nashville memphis lauderdae
portland orlando
chicago and frisco
i left my heart in austin with mary campbell
got lost in boston looking for the tea party
met a child molester in worchester
need a kleenex every time I'm leaving phonex
i get silly when i play in philly
limpbizkit's committee down in kansas city
never know what I'm in for when I'm playing denver
hard rock don't stop down in vegas
in cincinattie the girls call me daddy
and i probally ain't leaving next time I'm in cleveland
found my lucky coin in des moines
and spit on a boy named tina in pasadena
we get swing from new orleans
ft worth and dallas
we toast when we're tippin' up the challis
tulsa st louis scato mesa norfolk
lawrence minneapolis st paul north
hampton detroit omaha
new york la can i say i can't name'm all
so somebody
anybody
everybody
get the **** up!!!
(chorus: show me what you got
show me what you got
hey ladies
who's hot who's not)
i can't help but believe in these friends
bands and the places that iv been
i thank god
mom and dad
adriana the sky
for the love i feel inside
jordan my phat band
without them i'd be nothing
but a pumpkin shoved inside a can
without the fans there would be no show
to the firm you always got my back
korn for the love and swappin' up of the tracks
my brother cory d
my man terry dale
who brought it to the plate and made it sound great
scott weiland and the melody man
if you can't sing it
then nobody can
wu tang clan
skill from the method
the worlds best meen skills
kills on this record
slim shady
crazy *** cracker
staind a bran new drug
for your brain
les claypool for acting like a fool
and all of the band for the demos that were cool
I'm so grateful for this life of mine
the ones i did not thank
i will some other time
(chorus)...
iv been around this world and them some
dumb ditty dumb kid where you coming from
i went from the garage
to steppin' on these stages
outragous rhymes left my mind
and soon became contagous
an mc with bad habbits i am
i see a mic and i grab it scarry ain't it?
coming raw with no corrections
savin' all the prefections
for what i do with my erections
so dream on!!

A Lesson Learned

length: 2:41
producer: Terry Date and Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
keyboard: Scott Borland
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
assistant mixer: Ryan Williams and Karl Egsieker
assistant engineer: Cameron Webb and Markus Ulibarri
lyricist: Fred Durst
composer: Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto
This pain in my stomach won't go away. I assume this is punishment from all
The mistakes I've made. In a world where my actions speak louder than words.
In a world where my actions speak louder than words I know more people than
Ever before. One lesson I've learned from it all. Fortune and fame are
Disguised as your friend 'cause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been.... and to
Everyone who takes the time read my lyrics I would to say that my life is
Seen through by my eyes only, but I open myself to you so that we can
Communicate on a level that only human beings like yourself can comprehend.
We are a breed apart from the rest of the cold world. We get it. We are real.
Your vision is all that matters. Let nothing get in your way. I hope that
None of you experience certain things that I have, but at the same time I
Want everyone to experience life because that's all we get....i
Understand....express yourself through me....and drift away. Limp Bizkit is
NOTHING without you...

Outro / Radio Sucks / The Mind of Les

length: 7:18
producer: Terry Date and Limp Bizkit
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
recording engineer: Terry Date
additional engineer: John Ewing, Jr.
other vocals: Les Claypool
assistant mixer: Karl Egsieker and Ryan Williams
assistant engineer: Cameron Webb and Markus Ulibarri

[silence]

length: 0:05