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Turn It Up, Bitch
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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
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Songwriter
Leor Dimant
Leor Dimant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Producer
Nik Trekov
Nik Trekov
Engineer
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Producer
Lizzy Ostro
Lizzy Ostro
Engineer

Letra

Ayy, Fred, shut the fuck up (c'mon, Freddie D) I'ma make an announcement (uh), this cracker ain't slouchin' Got the flow, keep the big boys bouncin' Nu metal one hit wonders The Bizkit back, time to run from the gunner Banger, another Limp banger Out the closet, off of the hanger Y'all better take cover (yeah) Here come a UAP, Master Chief says, "Danger" DJ Lethal (Lethal) Got the SP-12s hella medieval Try not to forget (uh) I'm still a redneck fucker from the sticks Light it up like an ambulance Siren blarin' in my head again ('gain) I'm about to go nutso, straight freak show No room in the bistro Bigger, better, fake it? Never Livin' with or without cheddar Love my early sex, ain't marryin' Bitch, you heard me? You ain't worthy Everybody needs some hardcore, fucked-up bang-your-head shit So turn it up, bitch Everybody needs some hardcore, fucked-up bang-your-head shit So turn it up, bitch Full metal jacket causin' me some racket Talkin' me some shit 'cause I can back it (yeah) I ain't into packin', but when I'm stuck in traffic I feel like blastin' all you fools with this Maverick Tactic, plastic, fuckin' up the fabric Better get a grip, hide your stash in the cabinet Bitch slap, pitch black, smacked with a ball bat Knocked out is how I'm gonna call that I can see that the times have changed But it's still the same game, just a bunch of bullshit And when you're full of shit you're always full of shit Check yourself and realize who you're fuckin' with The Don Julio fuckin' up the studio Take your microphone and put your ass on blast (ass on) Fuck all the cash, I'll be the first and last King of nu metal from the trash, hell yeah Everybody needs some hardcore, fucked-up bang-your-head shit So turn it up, bitch Everybody needs some hardcore, fucked-up bang-your-head shit So turn it up, bitch (turn it up) Everybody needs some hardcore, fucked-up bang-your-head shit So turn it up, bitch (c'mon) Everybody needs some hardcore, fucked-up bang-your-head shit So turn it up, bitch Ooh-hoo, aah, it's freezin' in here Ha-ha, ha-ha, yeah Turn it up, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch) (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Writer(s): Leor Dimant, Fred Durst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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