Live from Family Values 98 in Kansas City)
Hey! Are you ready...then get up!!
Let me hear some noise!
I see all you motherfuckers bum-rushing the floor tonight.
Y`all ready to make this motherfucking place go crazy?
Get up! Get up! Woohah!
Oh...just a minute.
I see your mouth moving but I don`t hear a word that you say.
Pop, mish, mosh, up in the brain I`m on my cycle.
Highways my ways up and down like the Dow Jones.
Pass these microphones.
I don`t exaggerate.
Keep it real, only speak about the shit I hate.
Hey you people, just the tudes, attitudes.
Lose the attitude, I won`t be fuckin` mad at you.
But if you`re bitin` don`t be fightin` kid.
I`m sorta likin` what you`re stealin`.
That open wound style needs some healin`.
Jacked up on my flow, I`m glad you know.
Behind the spotlight got the phattest fuckin` live show.
You feel the tension.
Eyeballs in your socket.
Can comprehends how we rock it, you can`t stop it.
You like the ways that we`re livin`, you need them.
Your demo tape I inspected, then ejected.
Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I`m gonna keep it all underground.
Kansas City...join me!!
What do you know about this, punk?
Who`s hot?
Who`s not?
Who?! Who?!
Who`s hot? Who`s not?
Oh...just a minute.
I see your mouth moving, but I don`t hear a word that you say. Do you feel me baby?
Pop hand grenades, best describe the impaction.
Can`t get no satisfaction, take it back.
That was you doin` back in `82.
No need for answers, just a thought of your mental fallout shelter.
Helter Skelter, the J while bet ya, the beetle upset ya.
But I`m an easy rider like I`m Henry Fonda.
The kingpin Bizkit, the flows we aren`t ya.
Mental highways, my path you can`t stop the unexpected.
Check your road block.
Oh, like water, keep on rollin`,
Cause this mic is mine and I`m gonna keep on shinin` on you.
I need your help Kansas City.
Get the fuck up!!
What do you know about this, punk?
Who`s hot?
Who`s not?
Who?! Who?!
Who`s hot?
Who`s not?
Woohah! Cambodia
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