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Just Drop Dead
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Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
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Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
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Fred Durst
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Wes Borland
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John Otto
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Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
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Fred Durst
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Rick Rubin
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Elvis Baskette
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Dave Holdridge
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歌词

Okay, where the hell you been? Said that you been hangin' with your cute girlfriends Then I get a call, kinda woke me up Said they saw you chillin' with this young little fuck I was kinda dazed, and maybe confused Never would expected this terrible news Not only were you kissin' this fool you've been dissin' You was playin' me out, now you better listen What the fuck is goin' on? Who the fuck do you think you are (bitch), cause for alarm Put up with your shit, beggin' me to stay Even though you ran your fuckin' mouth every day I ain't some punk ass, dealin' with your drunk ass Yeah, you might be fine, but you crossed the fuckin' line Now there's no returnin', this lesson that you're learnin' Pullin' down them panties will leave your ass burnin' Cause I deserve more, I deserve more You act like a whore So just drop dead Just drop dead Just drop dead Rewind, back to the start (go!) When we got together, I gave you my heart You made a few mistakes, but that's how it goes And every time I broke up, you gave my ass a rose Saying that you're sorry and I'm the only one Believe you like a chump, while you were having fun I was feeling lonely, while you were with your homey Ain't that a bitch, now your boy can blow me What the fuck is goin' on? Who the fuck do you think you are (bitch), cause for alarm Put up with your shit, beggin' me to stay Even though you ran your fuckin' mouth every day I ain't some punk ass, dealin' with your drunk ass Yeah, you might be fine, but you crossed the fuckin' line Now there's no returnin', this lesson that you're learnin' Pullin' down them panties will leave your ass burnin' Cause I deserve more, I deserve more You act like a whore So just drop dead Cause I deserve more, I deserve more You act like a whore So just drop- There's love, there's lust Then blood, and guts Your touch, my crutch I trust you way too much There's love, there's lust Then blood, and guts Your touch, my crutch I trust you way too much! You got a lot of fuckin' nerve You think this is a fuckin' tennis match (bitch), time for me to serv Im John McEnroe, ready for me hoe It's fifteen love, where the fuck you gonna go (huh) Where the fuck you gonna go (huh) Where the fuck you gonna go What the fuck is goin' on? Who the fuck do you think you are (bitch), cause for alarm Put up with your shit, beggin' me to stay Even though you ran your fuckin' mouth every day I ain't some punk ass, dealin' with your drunk ass Yeah, you might be fine, but you crossed the fuckin' line Now there's no returnin', this lesson that you're learnin' Pullin' down them panties will leave your ass burnin' Cause I deserve more, I deserve more You act like a whore So just drop dead Cause I deserve more, I deserve more You act like a whore So just drop dead Just drop dead
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, William Frederick Durst, Sam Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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