You wanted the worst 
You've got the worst 
The one, the only 
Limp Bizkit 
We could've stopped (2x)
You wanted the best? 
Then go get the ****in Backstreet Boys CD! 
Cause in this house it's Limp mother****ing Bizkit! 
Balls made of steel (2x)
But don't kick me in the nuts though 
Limp Bizkit's in the house! (4x)
You ain't shit! Ha-ha-ha-ha... (3x)
You ain't shit mother****er!
-- "Radio Sucks" --
MATT PINFIELD:
Hey, it's the bald man, and I'm here to tell you why the new Limp Bizkit album is so important. Thats because CD's like this one spare you from all the chart-toppin, teenie-boppin disposable happy horseshit that brings up the bile from the back of my neck. I have no time or tollerance for all the shitty, whack acts like that. I would rather piss on their CD's than put out a fire. Y'know, i'm tired of all those lame ass, tame ass, pre-fabricated, sorry excusses for singers and musicians who don't even write their own songs. What the world needs now is a musical revolution. We need some rock! We need something that has balls; we need something with substance, depth, something with soul, something with edge, some passion, some power. Shit, if its gonna be mellow, **** man, it better have something, it better mean something. I'm tellin you, you gotta hit em with something hard. You gotta stick 'em with something limp like Limp Bizkit. I'm so ****in' tired with all this shit I'm hearing on the radio. RADIO SUCKS! The same ****in' songs over and over again. All the weak ones, disposeable crap that isn't gonna matter in 3 months. It's just shit! (Fred in background: Matt... Matt) It's crap, Fred. Fred, I'm tellin you, there's nothing but shit goin on and we need some new music. 
FRED:
Wha... wha... what about Limp Bizkit?
MATT:
Limp Bizkit is ****in' cool. You guys are cool; the new record's great, but **** all that other shit! I'm so SICK of all that weak shit (Fred in backgound: Matt, calm down.. wh-what's up?) that's taking up space in the charts. (Fred: Woah, Matt) **** that shit, Fred, I'm outta here! (something breaks in background)
FRED:
Fuuuck, dude... ****in' Pinfeld is pissed! Oh man, I gotta go find that bald bastard. (far off) Hey Matt... Matt!
-- "The Mind of Les" --
LES CLAYPOOL:
Hit me! 
Fire cracker 
So there you go 
Fifteen of your hard earned dollars, right out the window 
Most epxensive piece of plastic Ive ever come across 
Fifteen dollars 
Fifteen dollars 
On a shoddy piece of plastic 
There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory 
Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masturbator 
You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him 
Hello? 
Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad 
My poppy gavew my nose a tweak, and told me I was bad 
Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose 
The biggest word, that you've ever heard, and this is how it goes 
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 
Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious 
Ah, those were the days 
I don't know 
You got any more of that ... 
So what did you think, you were getting a Celine Dion record? 
No no no young bucky 
You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye 
Limp Bizkit? I dont think so 
Fred Durst? I dont know 
But what the hell, I got paid 
Goodbye now!
-- "Prop the DJ" (removed from final release) --
Rock the house 
DJ Lethal rock the house 
Limp Bizkit rock the house 
DJ Lethal rock the house