It’s Like That Y’all Limp Bizkit (Ft. Run–DMC)

[Intro: DJ Lethal & Run-DMC]
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay

[Verse 1: Fred Durst]
L-I-M-P in the place to be
Never went to college or had an ID
Now all the critics wanna know about me
But if you read about me, you don't know about me
And new reporters wanna dog me
And stick their noses up my fuckin' ass before they rob me
In every lobby, you'll see my face on a Spin inside
Criticizin' my hobby again
These motherfuckers don't know (They don't know)
I open magazines, checkin' out my life like a fuckin' show
And now I'm gettin' mad at where the good was
You always put the bad at, I can't have that
See I'm the one who gets laughed at
But that shit'll pass, 'cause I always get the last laugh
And I'll keep comin' with my revenge
And leave you loose at the ends like a heroin syringe (D'oh)
And keep rollin' in this new Benz
With all my fake friends that break when the tape ends
I'm stayin' platinum on this Rolex (Platinum)
No need to go high-tech with all these seven-figure checks
'Cause I just won the lotto (Lotto)
My beats from DJ Lethal
My man John Otto, the Desperados
I found life gets so funny
With a single on the Billboard and a little bit of money