Fred Durst
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Bitch who wants the fucking smoke, come and get it
You will never motherfucking know, when you tempt it
Now you quit on fronting so, you ain't flexing
Pull up and I'm gunning ho, Smith & Wesson
Hit em with beam and then you'll know you'll never see it
Fuck that, imma pull up screaming, leave em all bleeding
This shit written by a heathen and I'm still breathing
Rugratz, yeah we all demons and we Dead Dreaming
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Don't hop up in the pit, if you don't wanna die
It's that Limp Bizkit shit, back at Woodstock 99
And that Johnny Cash gig, at Folsom down the line
Don't forget about that kid, when he hit Kimmel live
But now we move in, cuz bitch it's that time
And we ain't losing, we'll drop you for a dime
I'm screaming shoot me, like Duke T when it's live
This ain't movie, cuz bitch we really die
Dead Dreamers
Lead speakers
Make yo fucking heads weaker
Red Beamers
Tread seeker
I don't need the cred either
Send tweakers
Them peepers
I don't fuck with em either
Head leakers
Trench leaders
Coming for the gatekeepers
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Hold up, wait
Time to get it, aye
Hold up, wait
I ain't finished, aye
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Bitch who wants the fucking smoke, come and get it
You will never motherfucking know, when you tempt it
Now you quit on fronting so, you ain't flexing
Pull up and I'm gunning ho, Smith & Wesson
Hit em with beam and then you'll know you'll never see it
Fuck that, imma pull up screaming, leave em all bleeding
This shit written by a heathen and I'm still breathing
Rugratz, yeah we all demons and we Dead Dreaming
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Don't hop up in the pit, if you don't wanna die
It's that Limp Bizkit shit, back at Woodstock 99
And that Johnny Cash gig, at Folsom down the line
Don't forget about that kid, when he hit Kimmel live
But now we move in, cuz bitch it's that time
And we ain't losing, we'll drop you for a dime
I'm screaming shoot me, like Duke T when it's live
This ain't movie, cuz bitch we really die
Dead Dreamers
Lead speakers
Make yo fucking heads weaker
Red Beamers
Tread seeker
I don't need the cred either
Send tweakers
Them peepers
I don't fuck with em either
Head leakers
Trench leaders
Coming for the gatekeepers
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Hold up, wait
Time to get it, aye
Hold up, wait
I ain't finished, aye
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking, choking
Do my set first I'm in my zone in, zone in, zone in
Credits
Writer(s): Havoc Taylor
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