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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
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Songwriter
Trent Reznor
Trent Reznor
Songwriter
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Songwriter
John Otto
John Otto
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
Alex Morfas
Alex Morfas
Assistant Engineer
Carl Nappa
Carl Nappa
Assistant Engineer
David Domínguez
David Domínguez
Assistant Engineer
Doug Trantow
Doug Trantow
Assistant Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Femio Hernandez
Assistant Engineer
Fran Flannery
Fran Flannery
Assistant Engineer
Jaime Duncan
Jaime Duncan
Assistant 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
Steve "Barney" Chase
Steve "Barney" Chase
Assistant 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

Letra

Ladies and gentlemen Introducing the Chocolate Starfish And the Hot dog Flavored Water Bring it on Get the fuck up Yeah Check One, two Listen up, listen up Here we go (here we go) It's a fucked up world (world) and a fucked up place (place) Everybody's judged by their fucked up face Fucked up dreams (dreams), fucked up life (life) A fucked up kid with a fucked up knife Fucked up moms (moms) and fucked up dads (dads) A fucked up cop with a fucked up badge Fucked up job (job) with fucked up pay And a fucked up boss is a fucked up day Fucked up press (press) with fucked up lies (lies) While Lethal's in the back with the fucked up eyes Hey (it's on) Everybody knows it's on Hey (it's on) Everybody knows it's on Ain't it a shame that you can't say "fuck"? (Fuck) Fuck's just a word and it's all fucked up Like a fucked up punk (punk) with a fucked up mouth (mouth) A nine-inch nail, I'll get knocked the fuck out Fucked up AIDS (AIDS) from fucked up sex (sex) Fake-assed titties on a fucked up chest We're all fucked up, so what you wanna do With fucked up me and fucked up you? You wanna fuck me like an animal You like to burn me on the inside You like to think that I'm a perfect drug Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me Ain't life a bitch? (Bitch) A fucked up ditch (a ditch) A fucked up sore with a fucked up stitch A fucked up head (head), it's a fucked up shame Swingin' on my nuts is a fucked up game Jealousy fillin' up a fucked up mind It's real fucked up like a fucked up crime If I say fuck two more times That's 46 fucks in this fucked up rhyme Hey (it's on) Everybody knows it's on Hey (it's on) Everybody knows it's on You wanna fuck me like an animal You like to burn me on the inside You like to think that I'm a perfect drug Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me Listen up, baby You can't bring me down (bring me down) I don't think so (I know so) You better check yourself (check yourself) Before you wreck yourself Kiss my starfish My chocolate starfish, punk Kiss my starfish My chocolate starfish, punk You wanna fuck me like an animal You wanna burn me on the inside You like to think that I'm a perfect drug Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Trent Reznor, Sam Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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