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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Scott Borland
Scott Borland
Keyboards
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leor Dimant
Leor Dimant
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Songwriter
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Songwriter
John Otto
John Otto
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Producer
Josh Abraham
Josh Abraham
Co-Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Ashley Stubbert
Ashley Stubbert
Assistant Engineer
Carl Nappa
Carl Nappa
Assistant Engineer
Darren Venditti
Darren Venditti
Engineer
David Domínguez
David Domínguez
Assistant Engineer
Domenic Barbers
Domenic Barbers
Editing Engineer
Doug Trantow
Doug Trantow
Assistant Engineer
Dylan Vaughn
Dylan Vaughn
Additional Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Femio Hernandez
Assistant Engineer
Fran Flannery
Fran Flannery
Assistant Engineer
Jaime Duncan
Jaime Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Jesse Gorman
Jesse Gorman
Assistant Engineer
Joe Barresi
Joe Barresi
Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin Guarnieri
Kevin Guarnieri
Assistant Engineer
Matt Kingdom
Matt Kingdom
Assistant Engineer
Pete Novak
Pete Novak
Assistant Engineer
Scott Olson
Scott Olson
Engineer
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Co-Producer
Steve "Barney" Chase
Steve "Barney" Chase
Engineer
Steve Conover
Steve Conover
Assistant Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Reiger
Ted Reiger
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

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!
Writer(s): Wesley Louden Borland, Sam Rivers, William Frederick Durst, John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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