Cambodia

Hey, are you ready? Then get up, let me hear some noise I see all you motherfuckers bum-rushing the floor tonight Y'all ready to make this motherfucking place go crazy Get up, get up, woah, oh, just a minute I see your mouth moving but I don't hear a word that you say Pop, mish, mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle Highways my ways up and down like the Dow Jones Pass these microphones, I don't exaggerate Keep it real, only speak about the shit I hate Hey, you people, just the tudes, attitudes Lose the attitude, I won't be fucking mad at you But if you're biting, don't be fighting, kid I'm sorta liking what you're stealing That open wound style needs some healing Jacked up on my flow, I'm glad you know. Behind the spotlight got the phattest fucking live show You feel the tension, eyeballs in your socket Can comprehends how we rock it, you can't stop it You like the ways that we're living, you need them Your demo tape, I inspected then ejected Who survives at the end of the day? With too much airplay, huh? I'm gonna keep it all underground Kansas City, join me What do you know about this, punk? Who's hot? Who's not? Who? Who? Who's hot? Who's not? Oh, just a minute I see your mouth moving but I don't hear a word that you say Do you feel me, baby? Pop hand grenades Best describe the impaction, can't get no satisfaction Take it back, that was you doing back in '82 No need for answers, just a thought of your mental fallout shelter Helter Skelter, the J while bet you, the beetle upset you But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda The kingpin Bizkit, the flows we aren't you Mental highways, my path you can't stop the unexpected Check your road block, oh, like water, keep on rolling 'Cause this mic is mine and I'm gonna keep on shining on you I need your help, Kansas City, get the fuck up What do you know about this, punk? Who's hot? Who's not? Who? Who? Who's hot? Who's not? Woah, Cambodia