Limp Bizkit is an American rapcore band often credited with the popularization of the genre sometimes dubbed nu-metal. The band is currently signed to Geffen Records and was previously signed to Interscope Records; both labels are part of the Universal Music Group. Their albums have sold over 50 million copies worldwide. Limp Bizkit consists of singer Fred Durst, bassist Sam Rivers, drummer John Otto (Rivers' cousin), and turntablist/samples player DJ Lethal. Guitarist Wes Borland was with them for their first three albums but left in 2001, to be replaced by Mike Smith (formerly of the band Snot).
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Livin' It Up Lyrics

Limp Bizkit

this is dedicated to you ben stiller
you are my favorite mother fucker
i told you, didn’t i
drama makes the world go around
does anybody got a problem with that (yeah)
my business, is my business
who’s guilty, can i get a witness
first things first, chocolate starfish
my man fred durst
access hollywood license to kill
a redneck fucker from jacksonville
bringing on the dumpster
fuck a microphone
machete’s in the back of my truck
rock’in so 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 37 tons of new millenium dum ditty dum,
where’s it coming from mrs aguilera,
come and get some
oh no which way to go,
to the dance flow in stewa-stereo
pay me no mind i seen the fight club, about 28 times
and i’m a keep my pants sagging
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 mother fucker livin’ it up,
not givin’ a fuck
livin’ life in the fast lane
another crazy mother fucker livin’ it up,
not givin’ a fuck
life in the fast lane
take two (why)
now who’s the starsucker?
i’m the starfish, you silly mother fucker
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’ mums champagne from a seashell
i take a counterfeit,
and pop his ass like a zit
with 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 sagging
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 mother fucker livin’ it up,
not givin’ a fuck livin’
life in the fast lane
another crazy mother fucker 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 wasting none of 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 eat a hole (what)
down inside of me (what)
and it will leave a scar (what)
can anybody see (what)
that we gotta get it out,
gotta get it out
we gotta get it out, we gotta get it out
we gotta get it out, we gotta get it out
and i’m a get it out
with a mother fuckin’ microphone
plug it in my soul
i’m a renegade riot gettin’ out of control
i’m a keepin’ it alive and continue to be flying
like an eagle to my destiny
so can you feel me,
hell yeah can you feel me,
hell yeah can you feel me,
hell yeah if you feel me mother fucker then you say,
hell yeah then you say,
hell yeah then you say,
hell yeah
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 wasting none of my time
yeah, bring it on
i’m just a crazy mother fucker livin’ it up,
not givin’ a fuck
livin’ life in the fast lane
another crazy mother fucker livin’ it up,
not givin’ a fuck
in the fast lane