Full Nelson Lyrics - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water - Limp Bizkit

Why is everybody always pickin' on me? 

(Why is everybody always pickin' on me?) 

Does anybody really know a thing about me? 

(Does anybody really know a thing about me?) 

One of these days we'll be in the same place 

And the same place punk at the very same time 

(Yea) 

And when it takes it place and you wanna talk shit 

Then step your ass up and say it right to my face 

You'll get knock the fuck out 

'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash 

Knocked straight the fuck out 

'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash 

I ain't believin' all this shit you've been talkin' about me 

(I ain't believin' all this shit you've been talkin' about me) 

Don't even know me and still you're talkin' shit about me 

(Don't even know me and still you're talkin' shit about me) 

One of these day, I'mma catch you in the act 

(In the act) 

Red-handed, caught up in the act 

(Punk) 

Now that'll be the day, the one and only day 

So step your ass up and say it right to my face 

You'll get knock the fuck out 

'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash 

Knocked straight the fuck out 

'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash 

Yea 

So where you at? 

(Where you at?) 

Where you've been? 

(Where you've been?) 

Sure, in, I was in 

(I was in, you again) 

'Cause this world's 

('Cause this world's) 

Is really small, can we all get along 

(Get along) 

(Can we all get along) 

So where you at? 

(Where you at?) 

Where you've been? 

(Where you've been?) 

Sure, in, I was in 

(I was in, you again) 

'Cause this world's 

('Cause this world's) 

Is really small, can we all get along 

(Get along) 

(Can we all get along) 

How pathetic are people 

Who verbally rape us with talkin' 

We try to ignore them 

Ignore them until they keep stalkin' 

They think that they're buildin' an empire 

Without us, we've got the torch now 

We got the fire to burn this mother fucker down, down, down 

(Turn the table) 

Burn this mother fucker down, down, down 

(Turn the table) 

Burn this mother fucker down, down, down 

(Turn the table) 

Burn this mother fucker down, down 

(Turn the table) 

Burn this mother fucker 

You'll get knocked the fuck out 

'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash 

Knocked straight the fuck out 

'Cause your mouth's writin' checks that your ass can't cash 

You bet your ass can't cash 

Mother fucker 

Just shut your fuckin' mouth 

Bring it on lethal 

C'mon