Pollution

There you go Fuck off Come on, fool What's up? Yuck I-I-I'll drop that shit Straight coming at you punk To criticize is critical when digging on my concept Rhythms keep on building like the smog, got you running from the law Maybe it's that low-end smothered with the freestyle Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom of the pile Styles bound to the skylines Keep 'em on the sidelines choking on my fly rhymes You'll need the Heimlich maneuver This ain't no joke, you're gonna choke when I'm slinging it to you When did you decide (when did you decide) To be narrow in your mind? When do you decide I'll probably never understand Pollution You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear Pollution I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill Pollution You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear Pollution I keep the grip real tight Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill Suicidal funk, let me know you're real I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind So when you're crossing over, let me know you're real Put that flex on your neck, now you got the feel Rumble like the thunder, now you're going under Makes me wonder what the fuck is even going down I listen to 'em stereotype, when they complain I can't refrain from bringing on the pain When did you decide (when did you decide) To be narrow in your mind? When do you decide? I'll probably never understand Pollution You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear Pollution I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill Pollution You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear Pollution I keep the grip real tight No One, two, three, four Ah yeah That's it, that's it Ain't nobody doin' like, you So when they tell me to turn down that volume I'm gonna bring that beat back And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass I'm gonna bring that beat back And when they tell me to turn down the vocal I'm gonna bring that beat back And when they tell us to shut the fuck up I'm gonna bring that beat back Yeah, gonna bring that beat back Whoa, gonna bring that beat back Fuck, gonna bring that beat back Yo, yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back When did you decide (when did you decide) To be narrow in your mind? When do you decide? I'll probably never understand Pollution You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear Pollution I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill Pollution You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear Pollution Gonna bring that beat back I'm gonna bring that beat back (Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it) I'm gonna bring that beat back Beat back, bring that beat back Beat back, bring that beat back Beat back, so shut the fuck Whoa Back back back back back back (Fred, shut up, alright?) Back bring the fucking beat back (this is me telling you to shut up) Back (shut up) You sucker (shut) Fucking sucker song (Fred, shut the fuck up) Mmmm dum We're done --- Pollution - Limp Bizkit