Limp Bizkit

Why is everybody always picking on me?
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
One of these days we'll be in the same place
In the same place punk, at the very same time
And when it takes place
And you wanna talk shit
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
I ain't believing all the shit you been talking 'bout me
Don't even know me, and still you're talking shit about me
One of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act
In the act, red handed
Caught up in the act, punk
And that'll be the day, the one and only day
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face
You'll get knocked the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the fuck out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Shhhh
So where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?
And where you at?