Testo della canzone Full Nelson (Limp Bizkit), tratta dall'album Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water

Full Nelson - Limp Bizkit

Why is everybody always pickin' on me?
(Why is everybody always pickin' on me?)
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
(Does anybody really know a thing about me?)

One of these days we'll be in the same place
And the same place punk at the very same time
And when it takes it place and you wanna talk shit
Then step your ass up and say it right to my face

You'll get knock the fuck out
'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash

I ain't believin' all this shit you've been talkin' about me
(I ain't believin' all this shit you've been talkin' about me)
Don't even know me and still you're talkin' shit about me
(Don't even know me and still you're talkin' shit about me)

One of these day, I'mma catch you in the act
(In the act)
Red-handed, caught up in the act
(Punk)
Now that'll be the day, the one and only day
So step your ass up and say it right to my face

You'll get knock the fuck out
'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash

So where you at?
Where you've been?
Sure, in, I was in
(I was in, you again)
'Cause this world's
Is really small, can we all get along

So where you at?
Where you've been?
Sure, in, I was in
(I was in, you again)
'Cause this world's
Is really small, can we all get along

How pathetic are people
Who verbally rape us with talkin'
We try to ignore them
Ignore them until they keep stalkin'

They think that they're buildin' an empire
Without us, we've got the torch now
We got the fire to burn this motherfucker down, down, down
Burn this motherfucker down, down, down
Burn this motherfucker down, down, down
Burn this motherfucker down, down
Burn this motherfucker

You'll get knocked the fuck out
'Cause your mouth wrote a check that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
'Cause your mouth wrote a check that your ass can't cash
You bet your ass can't cash

Motherfucker
Just shut your fuckin' mouth
Bring it on lethal
C'mon



Credits
Writer(s): Dimant Leor, Borland Wesley Louden, Otto John Everett, Rivers Samuel Robert, Durst William Frederick
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