Roadhouse Blues

de Limp Bizkit

Why's everybody always picking on me?
(Why's everybody always picking on me?)
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
(Does anybody really know a thing about me?)
One of these days we'll be in the same place
In the same place punk, at the very same time (yeah!)
And when it takes place and you wanna talk shit
Then step your ass up and say it right to my face!

You'll get knocked the fuck out!
'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out!
'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash

I ain't believing all the shit you been talking 'bout me
(I ain't believing all the shit you been talking 'bout me)
Don't even know me and still you're talking shit about me
(Don't even know me and still you're talking shit about me)
Well, one of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act
In the act, red handed, caught up in the act (punk!)
And that'll be the day, your one and only day
Then step your ass up and say it right to my face!

You'll get knocked the fuck out!
'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out!
'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash

So where you at? Where you been?
I'm sure I'll be seeing you again
'Cause this world is really small
Can't we all get along, can't we all get along?

So where you at? Where you been?
I'm sure I'll be seeing you again
'Cause this world is really small
Can we all get along, can we all get along?

How pathetic are people who verbally rape us with talking?
We try to ignore them, ignore them until they keep talking!
They think that they're building an empire, without us
But we've got the torch now

We've got the fire to burn this motherfucker down
Down
Down
Burn this motherfucker down
Down
Down
Burn this motherfucker down!
Down!
Down!
Burn this motherfucker down!
Down!

Burn this motherfucker!

You'll get knocked the fuck out!
'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out!
'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
You bet your ass can't cash!
Motherfucker!

Just shut your fuckin' mouth!

Bring it on, lethal
Come on!

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