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Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water


Artist: Limp Bizkit
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 14
Year: 2000

Livin' It Up Lyrics - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water - Limp Bizkit

Life in the fast lane 

This is dedicated to you Ben Stiller 

You are my favorite motherfucker 

I told you, didn't I? 

 

Drama makes the world go around 

Does anybody got a problem with that? 

My business is my business, who's guilty? 

Can I get a witness? 

 

First things first 

The Chocolate Starfish is my man, Fred Durst 

Access Hollywood license to kill 

A redneck fucker from Jacksonville 

 

Bring in on the dumpster funk 

My microphone machete's in the back of my truck 

Rockin' soul steady with the he says, she says 

And don't forget about the starfish navigation system 

 

Don't hate me, I'm just an alien 

With thirty seven tons of new millennium 

Dum diddie dum, where's it comin' from? 

Misses Aguilera, come and get some 

 

Oh, know which way to go to the dance floor? 

In stewa stereo, pay me no mind 

I seen 'The Fight Club' about twenty eight times 

 

And I'm 'a keep my pants saggin' 

Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin' 

And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls on my band wagon 

'Cause I don't give a fuck livin' life in the fast lane 

 

I'm just a crazy motherfucker living' it up 

Not givin' a fuck livin' life in the fast lane 

Another crazy motherfucker livin' it up 

Not givin' a fuck in the fast lane 

 

Take two, now, who's the star sucker? 

I'm the Starfish, you silly motherfucker 

Puff puff, give the marijuana cig 

Oops, I don't even smoke but I love the way it smells 

 

Here's a toast to the females 

Sippin' mum's champagne from a seashell 

I take a counterfeit and pop his ass like a zit 

With the starfish navigation system 

 

No cheap thrills baby 

Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills 

I'm just an ordinary run of the mill 

Fella spittin' out hella mic skills 

 

And I'm 'a keep my pants saggin' 

Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin' 

And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls on my band wagon 

'Cause I don't give a fuck livin' life in the fast lane 

 

I'm just a crazy motherfucker livin' it up 

Not givin' a fuck livin' life in the fast lane 

Another crazy motherfucker livin' it up 

Not givin' a fuck in the fast lane 

 

'Cause it's so easy to tell a lie 

And it's so easy to run and hide 

But it's not easy to be alive 

So don't be wastin' none on my time 

 

This world is like a cage and I don't think it's fair 

And I don't even think that anybody cares 

It'll leave a hole down inside of me 

And it'll leave a scar can anybody see? 

 

That we gotta get it out, we gotta get it out 

We gotta get it out and I'm 'a get it out 

 

With the motherfucker microphone, plug it in my soul 

I'm a renegade riot gettin' out of control 

I'm 'a keep it alive and continue to be 

Flyin' like an eagle to my destiny 

 

So can you feel me? Can you feel me? Can you feel me? 

If you feel motherfucker then you'll say 

Then you say, hell yeah, then you say 

I'm livin' life in the fast lane 

 

'Cause it's so easy to tell a lie 

And it's so easy to run and hide 

But it's not easy to be alive 

So don't be wastin' none on my time 

 

Hey, bring it on, I'm just a crazy motherfucker livin' it up 

Not giving a fuck livin' life in the fast lane 

Another crazy motherfucker livin' it up 

Not givin' a fuck in the fast lane 

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Copyright: Chappell Music, Inc., Don Henly, Eagles, Universal Music Publishing Group, Glenn Frey, Warner

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