Get a Life Limp Bizkit

[Verse 1: Fred Durst]
Check it out, it's the outlaw, white dog
Often called by my alias, "Polar Bear"
Brain tied like the S&M freak shit
Cold like the ice you're servin' up my drinks with
Stick shift, fuck the automatic
Rollin' up in third gear, guess it's just a habit
And all you freaky bitches reachin' out to grab it
Don't hesitate, 'cause you can have it, I'ma stab it
Demolition came to crush the mission
Just in time for you maniacs to listen
And it 'ain't nothin', 'cause don't think it's serious
My flow is cold like the weather in Siberia
I keep your head bobbin', like a novelty
And all them turkey emcees wanna gobble me
But I'm a shark in my underground fish tank
And I don't give a shit what those motherfuckers think
B-Boy with a taste for the metal
A taste for a fine rhyme and I ain't gonna settle
If you don't like it, you can scratch up on these nuts, bitch
Polar Bear ain't a cracker you should fuck with
Buggalo, shinin' like a diamond
Momma went and bought a kid a mic, now he's rhymin'
And now he's hated, 'cause everybody played it
But they're just hatin' 'cause I motherfuckin' made it