Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
DJ Lethal
Tocadiscos
Fred Durst
Canto
John Otto
Batería
Sam Rivers
Bajo
Scott Borland
Teclados
Wes Borland
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Leor Dimant
Autoría
Wes Borland
Autoría
Fred Durst
Autoría
John Otto
Autoría
Sam Rivers
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Limp Bizkit
Producción
Terry Date
Producción
Josh Abraham
Producción adicional
Andy Wallace
Ingeniería de mezcla
Ashley Stubbert
Asistente de ingeniería
Carl Nappa
Asistente de ingeniería
Darren Venditti
Ingeniería
Dave Dominguez
Asistente de ingeniería
Dominick Barbera
Ingeniería de edición
Doug Trantow
Asistente de ingeniería
Dylan Vaughn
Ingeniería adicional
Femio Hernandez
Asistente de ingeniería
Fran Flannery
Asistente de ingeniería
Jaime Duncan
Asistente de ingeniería
Jesse Gorman
Asistente de ingeniería
Joe Barresi
Ingeniería
Josh Wilbur
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Kevin Guarnieri
Asistente de ingeniería
Matt Kingdom
Asistente de ingeniería
Pete Novak
Asistente de ingeniería
Scott Olson
Ingeniería
Scott Weiland
Producción adicional
Steve "Barney" Chase
Ingeniería
Steve Conover
Asistente de ingeniería
Steve Sisco
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Ted Reiger
Asistente de ingeniería
Vlado Meller
Masterización
Letra
Why is everybody always pickin' on me?
(Why is everybody always pickin' on me?)
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
(Does anybody really know a thing about me?)
But 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 it 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 believin' all this shit you've been talkin' about me
(I ain't believin' all this shit you've been talkin' about me)
Don't even know me and still you're talkin' shit about me
(Don't even know me and still you're talkin' shit about me)
But one of these days I'mma catch you in the act
In the act, red-handed, caught up in the act (Punk!)
And that'll be the day, the one and only day
To 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've 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?
So where you at? Where you've 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 talkin'
We try to ignore them
Ignore them until they keep talkin'
They think that they're buildin' an empire, without us
Well, we've got the torch now
We 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
That your ass can't cash
Motherfucker
Just shut your fuckin' mouth
Bring it on Lethal
Come on!
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Rivers, Wes Borland