Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Tocadiscos
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Canto
John Otto
John Otto
Batería
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bajo
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Autoría
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Autoría
John Otto
John Otto
Autoría
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Autoría
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Producción
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Producción
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Ingeniería de mezcla
Richard Kaplan
Richard Kaplan
Ingeniería
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Masterización

Letra

Poop
Oh, yeah!
Tell me why you came, tell me why you're here
Tell me why your voice is always ringing in my ear
You wanna be the man hanging with my crew?
Who the hell let you through?
I see you're always at my shows, always with my bros
Always finding places where I think nobody goes
I can't seem to shake you from this
So now I'll have to break you from this!
Can't you just let me be, you leech?
(Oh, get it straight!)
And can't you take a hint? We thought you had a friend
It's such a shame that you're coming around again
Man, I'd really love to take you out like Chuck Norris
Instead I'd kick him with a vocal, slap him with a chorus
Man, I really shouldn't have to beg
The big mistake was when your mom and daddy hit the bed
Oh, you seem to not get the picture
So I'll frame this script, that'll grip ya!
Can't you just let me be, you leech?
Stop sticking around!
Stop sticking around!
Stop sticking around!
Leech!
(Fool, stop sticking around!)
(Fool, stop sticking around!)
(Fool, stop sticking around!)
Leech
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Samuel Rivers, Wes Borland
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