Limp Bizkit - Pollution Lyrics
Come on foolAw...aw...aw drop that shitStraight comin at ya, punkThe greatest side is critical when digging on my conceptRhythms keep on building like smokeGotcha running from the lawMaybe its that low end smothered with the freestyleMaybe its the thought of being on the bottom of the pileStyles bound to the sky linesKeep em on the sidelinesChoking on my fly rhymesYou need the heimlich maneuverThis aint no jokeYoure gonna chokeWhen Im swinging it to yaWhen do you decide (you decide)Then you can know in your mind (you decide)When do you decideIll probably never understandPollution, you preach the noise about the words that you dont wanna hearPollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spillPollution, you preach the noise about the words that you dont wanna hearPollution, I keep that grip real tightBreaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skillSuicidal punk let me know youre realIm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass lineNow youre stuck with the flow running through your mindSo if youre crossing over, let me know youre realWith them flecks on your neck, now you get the feelI rumble like the thunderNow youre going underI bet ya wonder what the ***** is even going downI listen to em stereotype and then complainI cant refrain from bringing on the painSo when they tell me to turn down that volumeIm gonna bring that beat backAnd when they tell sam to turn down that bassIm gonna bring that beat backAnd when they tell me to turn down the vocalIm gonna bring that beat backAnd when they tell us to shut the ***** upIm gonna bring that beat backYeah, gonna bring that beat backAw, gonna bring that beat back*****, gonna bring that beat backYo, yo, yo, say, bring that beat backIm gonna bring that beat backIm gonna bring that beat backIm gonna bring that beat back, beat backBring that beat back, beat back [2x]Back [repeated a bunch of times](fred shut up, alright)(this is me telling you to shut up...shut up)(fred, shut the ***** up)
