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Are you ready baby? Are you ready? Then get the fuck up Let me hear some noise There’s definitely not enough people on the fucking floor There’s definitely not enough people on the fucking floor You people come on get up, woo ha Wait just a minute I see your mouth moving But I don’t hear a word that you say Mish mosh Up and bring my psycho highways My ways up and down like the Dow Jones I bring these microphones I don’t exaggerate Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate Don’t hate, you people just the ’tudes, the attitudes Lose the attitude And I wouldn’t be fucking mad at you But if your fighting, don’t be fighting Kid, I’m sorta liking what your stealing Your open room style needs some healing Checked out by my flow, I’m glad you know Behind this punk I got the fattest fucking live show You feel the tension the eye balls in your socket You can’t apprehend, I’ll be rock it, you can’t stop it You like the ways we be living it You need it your demo tape punk Inspected then ejected who survives at the end of the day When to much air play Huh, I’m gonna keep it all on the ground I need you help baby Get up Woo ha Cambodia What do you know about this punk!? Who’s hot, who’s not? Wait just a minute I see your mouth moving But I don’t hear a word that you say Hand grenades best describes the impaction Leaving no satisfaction You take it back what was you doing back in 82’ No need for entrust, just the thought for your mental call out Shelter helter-skelter the J, I’ll bet ya the deal will upset ya But I’m an easy rider like I’m henry Fonda The king pin Bizkit that flows be on ya The mental highways my path you can’t stop the unexpected So check your road block, old black water keep on rolling 'Cause this mic is mine and I’ll keep on shinning on you Do you feel it? Then get up, get up Woo ha Cambodia What do you know about this punk!? Who’s hot, who’s not?