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Limp Bizkit - Still Sucks Album Lyrics



Limp Bizkit - Still Sucks Lyrics






Out of Style

We cannot change the past
But we can start today to make a better tomorrow

Hit it
DJ Lethal
Fresh
Fresh
Fresh (chiggity-check, three, two, one)

I've been askin' for somethin' (askin' for somethin')
While I'm askin' for nothin' (askin' for nothin')
When's it gonna change?
Hurts me in a loving kinda way
I'ma celebrate, yeah

It's time to rock this motherf*cker 'cause I'm always out of style (style)
Never change my style 'cause my style is kinda fresh
You bitches askin' for a sound check, check, one, two, bitch
You barely touch the ground, yeah (woo)

Choked up on your bounce game, comin' down the mountain
Copycats, you lucky that I let you hang around me
Check, three, four, Bizkit out there on the bounty
In the warzone, got these campers all around me

We should be on the same team (same team)
On the motherf*ckin' same team (same team)
If we ain't then we nothing, nothing (woo)

Damn, got serious for a second
I would say delirious, for the record
Lookin' back as a skeptic
Why is there a cross hangin' from my necklace?

When's it gonna change?
Hurts me in a, in a loving kinda way
I'ma celebrate, yeah

It's time to rock this motherf*cker 'cause I'm always out of style (style)
Never change my style 'cause my style is kinda fresh
You bitches askin' for a sound check, check, one, two, bitch
You barely touch the ground, yeah (woo)

Choked up on your bounce game, comin' down the mountain
Copycats, you lucky that I let you hang around me
Check, three, four, Bizkit out there on the bounty
In the warzone, got these campers all around me

We should be on the same team (same team)
On the motherf*ckin' same team (same team)
If we ain't then we nothing, nothing
(We should be on the same team)
(On the motherf*ckin' same team)
(If we ain't then we nothing, nothing)

It's time to rock this motherf*cker 'cause I'm always out of style (style)
Never change my style 'cause my style is kinda fresh
You bitches askin' for a sound check, check, one, two, bitch
You barely touch the ground, yeah (woo)

Choked up on your bounce game, comin' down the mountain
Copycats, you lucky that I let you hang around me
Check, three, four, Bizkit out there on the bounty
In the warzone, got these campers all around me (fresh)
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Writer: Frederick Durst, John Otto, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Dirty Rotten Bizkit

Dirty rotten Bizkit
Dirty ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-rotten Bizkit
Dirty ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-rotten Bizkit
(Oh, yeah)

I need a Bizkit, I need a Bizkit
I need a stinky dirty rotten Bizkit
Can you rip shit? Can you rip shit?
Can you rip like a dirty rotten Bizkit? Come on

I am your new crazy
Just look at what you made me

Somebody better give it to me
Hard, loud
Somebody better give it to me
Right now
Somebody better give it to me
Hard, loud
Somebody better give it to me
Right now
Somebody better give it to me (Oh, yeah)
Dirty rotten Bizkit

F*ck it, finally a fantasy
Check your head, this a guillotine canopy
Super fly (fly), throw me your vibes (vibes)
Down with the shit like a Romeo fly (woah)

I am your new crazy
Just look at what you made me

Somebody better give it to me
Hard, loud
Somebody better give it to me
Right now
Somebody better give it to me
Hard, loud
Somebody better give it to me
Right now
Somebody better give it to me

I need it
Yeah, I need it too
I need it
As much as you
And feel it
Just feel it
It's mutual
And I ain't no better than you

Dirty ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-rotten Bizkit
Dirty ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-rotten Bizkit

Hard, loud
Somebody better give it to me
Right now
Somebody better give it to me

(Give it to you? What the hell's that supposed to mean, daddy?)
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Writer: Fred Durst, John Otto, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Dad Vibes

Check out your dad with the swag on the floor
Momma gon' brag when I walk in the door
Y'all ain't never seen a guerrilla in the mist
Walk the line so fine with a blindfold (uh)

Keep in mind though (mind though)
Hot dad ridin' in on a rhino
Got the roll-under-rap with the dad vibes
Now everybody bounce with the franchise, come on

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
New kid back on the block with a R.I.P
Dad got the sag in the back with a drip
Come and get a sip
La-di-da

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
New kid back on the block with a R.I.P
Dad got the sag in the back with a drip
Come and get a sip
La-di-da

Damn, this dad like a river (woo)
Flow so cold, need ice to deliver
Drop so hard like a rock (like a rock)
Dad, don't stop (don't stop)
So damn clean, he a mop (uh, sugar)

Sugar cane (cane)
Down with the mane (mane)
Dad so sweet that his nickname Candy
Y'all been gone for a minute (yup)
Dad vibe bounce to the finish
I can get with that

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
New kid back on the block with a R.I.P
Dad got the sag in the back with a drip
Come and get a sip
La-di-da

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
New kid back on the block with a R.I.P
Dad got the sag in the back with a drip
Come and get a sip
La-di-da

Na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na (la-di-da)

Na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na (now shut up)
Here we go again

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
New kid back on the block with a R.I.P
Dad got the sag in the back with a drip
Come and get a sip
La-di-da

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
New kid back on the block with a R.I.P
Dad got the sag in the back with a drip
Come and get a sip
La-di-da
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Writer: Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Turn It Up, Bitch

Hey, Fred, shut the f*ck up (c'mon, Freddie D)

I'ma make an announcement, 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 f*cker from the sticks
Light it up like an ambulance
Siren blarin' in my head again
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 Harley, sexy, nerdy
Bitch, you heard me? You ain't worthy

Everybody needs some hardcore, f*cked-up bang your head shit
So turn it up, bitch
Everybody needs some hardcore, f*cked-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, f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' with
The Don Julio f*ckin' up the studio
Take your microphone and put your ass on blast
F*ck all the cash, I'll be the first and last
King of nu metal from the trash, hell yeah

Everybody needs some hardcore, f*cked-up bang your head shit
So turn it up, bitch
Everybody needs some hardcore, f*cked-up bang your head shit
So turn it up, bitch (turn it up)
Everybody needs some hardcore, f*cked-up bang your head shit
So turn it up, bitch (c'mon)
Everybody needs some hardcore, f*cked-up bang your head shit
So turn it up, bitch

Ooh, ah, it's freezing in here
Yeah
Turn it up, bitch
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Writer: Fred Durst, Leor Dimant
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Don't Change

[ Originally by INXS ]

I'm standing here on the ground
The sky above, it won't fall down
See no evil in all directions
Resolution of happiness
Things have been dark for too long

Don't change for you
Don't change a thing
For me
Don't change for you
Don't change a thing
For me

I found a love I had lost (I had lost)
It was gone for too long (for too long)
Hear no evil in all directions
Execution of bitterness (bitterness)
Message received loud and clear (loud and clear)

Don't change for you
Don't change a thing
For me
Don't change for you
Don't change a thing
For me

Don't change
Don't change (don't change a thing for me)

I'm standing here on the ground
The sky above, it won't fall down
See no evil in all directions
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Writer: Andrew Charles Farriss, Garry William Beers, Jon Farriss, Kirk Pengilly, Michael Hutchence, Timothy William Farriss
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




You Bring Out the Worst in Me

It's Halloween
And I'm your ghost
I promise to
Haunt you the most
When love was dead
Your heart went black (your heart went black)
And I promise you
I'm coming back
When you're all alone (when you're all alone)
Be prepared
'Cause you might hear me

When you sleep
I will be
Inside your dreams
Inside your screams

Everything was perfect
Nothing felt so perfect
Even when you hurt me
Every time I bleed
Why you always thirsting?
Why you always curse me?
You put a knife in me
All for nothing
Carve me like a pumpkin
Always for nothing

When you sleep
I will be
Inside your dreams
Inside your screams
You
I will possess you

When you sleep
I will be
Inside your dreams
Inside your screams
Oh yeah
I will possess you
Come on
Inside your screams

(You want me to think that you're wild?)
(No, I just wanna show you something about marriage)
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Writer: Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Love the Hate

I f*ckin' hate Limp Bizkit (me too)
That's good, I got somethin' we can do
(Grate 'em?) Yeah, shred 'em like cheese
(Dope, 'cause I f*ckin' hate 'em)
Please, that motherf*cker Fred Durst
Looks like he fell out his mom's- face first
(Yeah, you're tellin' me, he's got no swag)
(His raps suck like a vacuum bag)
Damn, that's what's up, my G
He the worst white rapper that'll ever be
(Hah, sure as f*ck ain't no Eminem)
(Looks like he's got Drake's pubes on his chin)
Yeah, he's a punk, punk-ass bitch
You won't ever catch me listenin' to any of his shit
(I don't blame you, they're f*ckin' lame)
That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same

Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don't give a f*ck)
From what I see
You always do

That motherf*cker Fred Durst
Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt
(Hah, my whole damn body aches)
(Every time I listen to 'em I start to shake)
Wait, wait a goddamn minute
You tellin' me that you listen to that shit?
(I mean, not really, I mean not now)
(But back when I was a kid)
Hm, I don't know, dude
I'm startin' to feel like I barely know you
(But, but, dude, I was just a kid)
(I didn't think too much about the things I liked)
Things you liked? (Yeah)
How 'bout I beat your f*ckin' ass to tomorrow night?
(Hold up, dawg, I don't get it, we tryna fight?)
You're goddamn right

Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don't give a f*ck)
From what I see
You always do
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Writer: Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Barnacle

And this next song goes out to all you barnacles out there

You rot my patience
I've lost my patience
You suck on everything
You f*ck up everything

I know you cannot see
Beyond the nose on your face
You're clinging now, it's misery
Barnacle, get off of me

You rot my patience
I've lost my patience
You suck on everything
You f*ck up everything

I know you cannot see
Beyond the nose on your face
You're clinging now, it's misery
Barnacle, get off of me

Get away from me
Stay away from me
Get away from me
Stay away

I know you cannot see
Beyond the nose on your face
You're clinging now, it's misery
Barnacle, get off of me

Get off of me
Get off of me
Get off of me
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Writer: Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Empty Hole

I see your demons
They been reachin'
For a reason
To displace your love
To disgrace your soul
And leave you with an empty hole (an empty hole)

You fail to measure
Turbulent weather
I feel the pressure
To erase your love
To disgrace your soul
And leave you with an empty hole (an empty hole)

Always when I need you (empty hole)
Always when I need you (empty hole)
Always when I need you (empty hole)
Always when I need you (empty hole)

Empty hole
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Writer: Fred Durst, Sam Rivers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Pill Popper

Thank you, Kenneth
It's no secret that our governments have fostered a culture of corruption
In which special interest and big donors advance their interests
At the expense of everyday people
The pharmaceutical industry does not create cures
They create customers

Time to take my medicine
Got a cocktail in my fist
'Bout to lose my head again
I just feel like freakin', yeah

Oh, woe is me
Only one way to paradise

Gimme my medicine
Gimme my medicine

Gimme my medicine
Pills give me a smile
A smile so genuine
But the thrill only lasts a while
So I'll pop me a pill again

Oh, woe is me
Only one way to paradise

Gimme my medicine now, now
Gimme my medicine now, now

Gimme my medicine

Check your head, bitch
Check your head you f*cking bitch

Gimme my medicine
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Writer: Fred Durst, John Otto, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Snacky Poo

Mm
Choc-chocolate on the starfish
Choc-chocolate on the starfish, everybody kiss it

The name is L.B., I never hate to admit it
Takin' out you suckers and you don't know how I did it
Lately, I've been snappy, I gave up on the fitteds
Sometimes up on a bucket, eventually I kick it
Chocolate on the starfish, everybody kiss it
I pray that you don't get it and I ain't even religious
I don't need your Insta, and I don't want your digits
Hit somebody else up when you're tryna sell your tickets

Everybody got a mic
Chasin' all they can to get another like
I don't need another motherf*cker in my life
Lookin' at my life, givin' me a like (I need a snacky-poo)
Everybody got a mic
Chasin' all they can to get another like
I don't need another motherf*cker in my life
Lookin' at my life, givin' me a like (I need a snacky-poo)

Chocolate on the star choc-chocolate on the starfish
Chocolate on the starfish, everybody kiss it
Chocolate on the star choc-chocolate on the starfish
Chocolate on the starfish, everybody kiss it

Your style is a pancake, time for me to flip it
How many times you gon' change how you rip it?
I'm sorry to say it, but ain't nothin' that can fix it
And you should play a forest 'cause your audience is crickets
Gotta love the crickets
I ain't tryna have it, so please don't try to give it
Your gift is kinda useless and I can't do nothin' with it
I'm glad that I don't know ya, it means that I don't miss ya
So if you see me out, don't come over here to visit
Lethal, turn it up, we burnin' up the kitchen
Freddie D gon' whip us up a batch you ain't forgettin'
I'm bringin' out the fixin's, too many to mention
And bring it back to '90s to ease up on the tension (woo)

Everybody got a mic
Chasin' all they can to get another like
I don't need another motherf*cker in my life
Lookin' at my life, givin' me a like (I need a snacky-poo)
Everybody got a mic
Chasin' all they can to get another like
I don't need another motherf*cker in my life
Lookin' at my life, givin' me a like (I need a snacky-poo)

Chocolate on the star choc-chocolate on the starfish
Chocolate on the starfish, everybody kiss it
Chocolate on the star choc-chocolate on the starfish
Chocolate on the starfish, everybody kiss it

Yeah, hello?
Well, they there, uh, um, Mr. Wes Borland?
Yeah
Well, hey, uh, this is Robert from Carlo Cleaning
Um, hey, yeah, so, uh
Thank you for doin' this interview, uh
Means a lot to us, we know you don't talk to a lot of people these days
M'kay
Yeah, okay, so, uh
Um, favorite foods, your favorite foods
Uh, Korean barbecue, sushi, Mexican food, trashy seafood, fajitas, is this true?
Yeah, yeah
Fantastic, um, and your favorite bands, uh, uh, the-
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Holy F*ck, Godspeed You! Back Emperor
Black Emperor, excuse me
Uh, The Haxan Cloak, Ween, Aphex Twin, is this true?
Yeah
Fantastic, uh, some other things you like to do I heard, uh
You love mountain biking, blacksmithing, and collecting oddities, is this true?
Yes
Wes Borland, you're a legend, it's great talking to you
Thank you so much, coming from blogosphere
Alright, thanks
Thank you, Wes, thank you
Thanks
Bye
Goodbye
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Writer: Fred Durst, Leor Dimant
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Goodbye

Sometimes it's hard to sleep
When you're lying next to me
All the secrets that you keep
Always come out when you dream

I know you've been hiding things
You've turned into my lying king
But positively everything
I say to you is what I mean

It's time to go
All this water underneath the bridge is killin' me so slow
It's time to go
Time to elevate my quality of life on down the road

Even though you've apologized
Every time I catch you in a lie
You always say you're gonna try
But your words don't mean a thing when your actions make me cry

I know you've been hiding things
You've turned into my lying king
But positively everything
I say to you I always mean

It's time to go
All this water underneath the bridge is killin' me so slow
It's time to go
Time to elevate my quality of life on down the road

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (I wish you all the best)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (to my unhappiness)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (this is for myself)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (I'll always wish you well)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (I wish you all the best)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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Writer: William Durst, Zachary Cervini
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




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Still Sucks is the sixth studio album by American nu metal band Limp Bizkit, released on October 31, 2021, through Suretone Records. Work on the album began in 2012, but the album lingered in development hell for the next nine years.

The album's lead single "Dad Vibes" was premiered at the end of a performance at Lollapalooza on August 2, 2021, and officially released on September 30, 2021, marking their first brand-new material to be released for seven years.
Performed By: Limp Bizkit
Genre(s): Nu metal, rap rock, alternative metal
Producer(s): Fred Durst, Zakk Cervini
Length: 31:55
Released: October 31st, 2021
Year: 2021

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