Limp Bizkit
Oh no
Check one-two
Turn it up, come on y'all
Hold up, turn it up
Y'all ready for this?

Back, it's the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rock god
I'm so poker-faced, ladies going Ga-Ga
That's right it's Freddy D, the public enemy
You know, the one to have Britney droppin' to her knees (Oh!)
I don't give a ♥♥♥♥, I probably never will
♥♥♥♥♥ get at me if that ass is like Jessica Biel's
Who down with me tonight? You know I'll treat you right
You shake for me until they turning on them ugly lights
Throw them fingers up, and finger ♥♥♥♥ the sky
She like the way we pump it, I call her pumpkin pie
I ain't about to lie, I came up in it high
You got a problem, I'll bust you in your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ eye, player
(Baby you're a rockstar) I know who the ♥♥♥♥ I am
Forty million records later, I am still the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ man
I came to rock, all she wants to do is roll
Now she at my house sliding up and down that pole