[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