Limp Bizkit - Outro / Radio s**s / The Mind Of Les lyrics

You wanted the worst You've got the worst The one, the only Limp Bizkit We could've stopped We could've stopped You wanted the best Then go get the f**ing Backstreet Boys CD 'Cause in this house It's Limp motherf**ing Bizkit Balls made of steel Balls made of steel But don't kick me in the nuts though Limp Bizkit's in the house Limp Bizkit's in the house Limp Bizkit's in the house Limp Bizkit's in the house You ain't sh** You ain't sh** motherf**er Radio s**s: ... The Mind Of Les: Hit me Fire cracker So there you go Fifteen of your hard earned dollars Right out the window Most expensive piece of plastic I've ever come across Fifteen dollars Fifteen dollars On a shoddy piece of plastic There is it Limp Bizkit in all it's glory Fred Durst, the man, the myth The compulsive masturbator You love him, you hate him You love to hate him Hello Once when I was afraid to speak When I was just a lad My poppy gavew my nose a tweak And told me I was bad Then I learned a brilliant word Saved my aching nose The biggest word That you've ever heard And this is how it goes Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Even thought he sound of it Is something quite atrocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Ah, those were the days I don't know You got any more of that So what did you think You were getting A Celine Dion record No, no, no young bucky You laughed, you cried You just kissed your Fifteen bucks goodbye Limp Bizkit I dont think so Fred Durst I dont know But what the hell I got paid Goodbye now