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Gimme some guitars punkSweet lethLimp bizkit in the houseWhat fucken' house? Seattle babyTerry date, limp bizkit, staindBring the noiseBass! how low can you go? Death row what a brother knowsOnce again, back is the incredibleThe rhyme animalThe incredible d. public enemy number oneFive-o said freeze! and I got numbCan I tell 'em that I never really had a gun? But it's the wax that the terminator x spunNow they got me in a cell 'cuz my records they sell'cuz a brother like me said well? Farrakhan's a racist and I think you outta listin toWhat he can say to you what you otta doFollow for now power of the people say.Make a miracle, d. pump the lyricalUnited we stand, all in all, we're gonna win.Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go againTurn it up, bring the noise!I said turn it up!Never badder than bad 'cuz the brother is madder than madAt the fact that's corrupt as a senatorSoul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope'cuz the beats in the lines are so dopeListen for lessons I'm sayingInside music that the critics are blasting meFor they'll never care for the brother and sistersNow across the country has us up for the war.We got to demostrate, come onThey're gonna have to wait 'till we get it rightRadio stations I question their blacknessThey call themselves black. but we'll see if they'll play thisTurn it up, bring the noise!I said turn it up!Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to meMy dj is lethal dose, we call him leth you knowHe can cut a record from side to sideSo what, the ride the glide should be much safer than a suicideSoul control, beat is the father or our rock' n' rollMusic for whatcha, for whichin' you call a band manMakin' a music abuse it but you can't do it, ya knowYou call 'em demos but we ride limos, tooWhatcha gonna do? rap is not afraid of youBeat is for sonny bono, beat is for yoko onoRun dmc first said a dj could be a bandStand on it's feet get you out your seatBeat is for eric b. and lb as well, hellRecords from fred d still we can rock bellsEver for ever, universal it will sellTime for me to exit, terminator x-itTurn it up, bring the noise!I said turn it up!Bring that fucken' noise, and get the fuck upGet the fuck upBring the noiseBring itFuck thisLimp bizkitFuck thisIn the studioFucken suck assBring that noiseMan fuck thisTerry date is a fucken painEverybody shut up and turn the fucken' tape off