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DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Проигрыватель пластинок
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
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John Otto
John Otto
Барабаны
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
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Wes Borland
Wes Borland
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
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Leor Dimant
Leor Dimant
Автор песен
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Автор песен
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Автор песен
John Otto
John Otto
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Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Продюсер
Terry Date
Terry Date
Продюсер
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
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Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Ассистент инженера
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Мастеринг-инженер
John Ewing
John Ewing
Дополнительный инженер
Jordan Schur
Jordan Schur
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Karl Egsieker
Karl Egsieker
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Markus Ulibarri
Markus Ulibarri
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Roger Lian
Roger Lian
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Ryan Williams
Ryan Williams
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It's just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up Everything is f-, everybody sucks You don't really know why, but you want justify rippin' someone's head off No human contact, and if you interact your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away, motherf- It's just one of those days It's all about the he-says she-says bull- I think you better quit lettin' - slip, or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he-says she-says bull- I think you better quit talkin' that - It's just one of those days, feelin' like a freight train First one to complain leaves with a blood stain Damn right, I'm a maniac You better watch your back 'cause I'm - up your program And if you're stuck up, you just locked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away, motherf- It's all about the he-says she-says bull- I think you better quit lettin' - slip, or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he-says she-says bull- I think you better quit talkin' that - Punk, so come and get it I feel like shit My suggestion is to keep your distance 'cause right now I'm dangerous We've all felt like - And been treated like - All those mother- that wanna step up I hope you know I pack a chain saw (chain saw) I'll skin your ass raw (ass raw) And if my day keeps goin' this way, I just might break somethin' tonight I pack a chain saw (chain saw), I'll skin your ass raw (ass raw) And if my day keeps goin' this way, I just might break somethin' tonight I pack a chain saw (chain saw), I'll skin your ass raw (ass raw) And if my day keeps goin' this way, I just might break your - face tonight Give me somethin' to break Give me somethin' to break Just give me somethin' to break How 'bout your - face? I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what? A chain saw, what? A mother- chainsaw, what? So come and get it It's all about the he-says she-says bullshit I think you better quit lettin' - slip, or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he-says she-says bullshit I think you better quit talking that - Punk, so come and get it
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Brendan O'brien, Sam Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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