You wanted the worst, you got the worst
The one, the only, Limp Bizkit

We can't be stopped, we can't be stopped
You wanted the best?
Then don't get the fucking Backstreet Boys CD
'Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking 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
And you ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
You ain't shit motherfucker
You fuck, you ain't shit

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst