Show Me What You Got Lyrics by Limp Bizkit

Show Me What You Got Lyrics

    keepin it real
    world wide baby
    limp bizkits in the house
    so bring it on
    i'd like to dedicate this song to you
    for makin my dreams come true
    for the millinum
    are you ready?
    then get the fuck up
    Where you at Jacksonville,
    Rochester., Louisville,
    Columbia, Hartford,
    Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine?
    where you at Providence, Nashville,
    Memphis, Lauderdale,
    Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?
    I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell.
    Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party.
    Met a child molester in Worchester
    Need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix.
    I get silly when I play in Philly.
    Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City.
    Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver.
    Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas.
    In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy
    and I probably aint leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland.
    Found my lucky coin in Des Moine
    and spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena.
    We get the swing from new Orleans.
    Ft Worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challis.
    Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis,
    St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA,
    what can i say, i cant name'm all.
    so somebody,
    anybody,
    everybody
    get the fuck up!!
    show me what you got
    Whooo ha
    Show me what you got
    hey ladies
    whos hot whos not
    who? who?
    whos hot whos not
    i can't help but believe in these friends
    these bands
    these stories
    and the places that i've been
    I thank God, mom & dad,
    Adrian,for the love I feel inside,
    Jordan, my phat ass band,
    with out'em I'd be nothin' but a pumpkin shoved inside a can.
    with out the fans there wouldn't be no show
    and if that was really so than life would really blow.
    To the firm, you always got my back.
    Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks.
    My brother Cory d,
    my man terry date, we brought it to the plate and you made it sound great.
    Scott Weiland the melody man,
    if you cant sing it nobody can.
    woo tang clan skills from the method.
    The worlds best mc kills on this record.
    Slim shady crazy ass cracker.
    Staind, a brand new drug for your brain.
    Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool
    and all of the bands for the demos that were kool.
    im so grateful for this life of mine.
    The ones I didn't thank
    I will some other time
    now i just want somebody
    anybody,
    everybody
    get the fuck up!!
    show me what you got
    yeeee ha
    Show me what you got
    hey ladies
    whos hot whos not
    who? who?
    whos hot whos not
    whos...........hot?
    i've been around this world and then some.
    dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
    I went from the garage
    to steppin' on these stages.
    Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious.
    An mc with bad habits I am.
    I see a mic then I grab it,
    scary aint it?
    comin' raw with no corrections.
    savin' all perfection's
    for what I do with my erections so dream on!!

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