Limp Bizkit

Oh, let me hit that, let me get that party song.
Let me turn this place into another motherfuckin' danger zone.
Oh, where the good ones? Where the good ones at right now yo?
We gonna talk this shit till we got this bitch rockin' on the rockship, no
shit. (This line is very hard to understand)
No hell, no way, I'm gonna chop this rock like blocks of clay.
Im' gonan sink your ship so fast, one blast, dont ask, your ass is grass.
No red no green, Imma' paint this black and crack your spleen.
Commin' stright from the dark Imma' shark, Imma' rip your shit like a
slasher scene.
Gimmie the racket for the brain.
Gimmie the funky (fuckin' maybe?) shit to make the people go insane.
Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track.
Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back.
BRING IT BACK!
Gimmie the racket for the brain.
Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane.
Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track.
Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back.
BRING IT BACK!
Remember all them 90's things, them 90's hits we laced like this.