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Bizkit Limp Three Dollar Bill Y All

nice If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has got a body like you But I've got to think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all

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out on stage All headaches go away Got the back from the sickest road crew Chris and Bobby for sticking to it Sugar Ray, taught me life was all about

me, nobody cares Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms I'm so sick of the world now It's all these people packing my identity Now all the enemy's

Am I a freak in the darkness Or am I a misfit You speak with opinions To seek in so deep But it's alright Well your just an illusion Confused by your

taste the envious predictions Change with each hour, well, seen this before You even decide to step into my little world Gonna fuck it up One minute you think you're all this The next minute you think you're all

What's with all the business? I get payed to take the microphone and slay the stage Stay away from all the bros in my band and all the fans And all

Use your vehicle of salvation my brothers, Go buy a gun, And go give your gun to Jesus, And say "Jesus, You go kill the disciples of Satan, And you kill

business What's with all the business I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage Stay away from all the bros. in my band And all the fans and All