[Verse 1]
I fu*kin' hate Limp Bizkit (Me too)
That's good, I got somethin' we can do
Grate 'em? Yeah, shred 'em like cheese
Dope, 'cause I fu*kin' hate 'em (Please)
That motherfu*ker Fred Durst
Looks like he fell out his mom's (*Meow*) face first
Yeah, you're tellin' me, he's got no swag
His raps su*k like a vacuum bag (Damn)
That's what's up, my G
He the worst white rapper that'll ever be (Haha)
Sure as fu*k ain't no Eminem
Looks like he's got Drake's pubes on his chin
Yeah, he's a punk, punk-ass b*tch
You won't ever catch me listenin' to any of his sh*t
I don't blame you, they're fu*kin' lame
That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same
[Chorus]
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (We don't give a fu*k)
From what I see
You always do
[Verse 2]
That motherfu*ker Fred Durst
Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt (Haha)
My whole damn body aches
Every time I listen to 'em I start to shake
Wait, wait a goddamn minute
You tellin' me that you listen to that sh*t?
I mean, not really, I mean not now
But back when I was a kid (Hm)
I don't know, dude
I'm startin' to feel like I barely know you
But— But, dude, I was just a kid
I didn't think too much about the things I liked
Things you liked? (Yeah)
How 'bout I beat your fu*kin' ass to tomorrow night?
Hold up, dawg, I don't get it, we tryna fight?
You're goddamn right
[Chorus]
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (We don't give a fu*k)
From what I see
You always do