Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
Drums
Wes Borland
Electric Guitar
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan O'Brien
Songwriter
Leor Dimant
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Songwriter
Fred Durst
Songwriter
John Otto
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Terry Date
Producer
Brendan O'Brien
Mixing Engineer
Cameron Webb
Assistant Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
John Ewing
Additional Engineer
Karl Egsieker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Markus Ulibarri
Assistant Engineer
Roger Lian
Editing Engineer
Ryan Williams
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
It's just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks
You don't really know why, but you wanna justify
Rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact, your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker
It's just one of those days
It's all about the he says, she says bullshit
I think you better quit letting shit slip
Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip
It's all about the he says, she says bullshit
I think you better quit talkin' that shit
It's just one of those days, feeling like a freight train
First one to complain leaves with a bloodstain
Damn right, I'm a maniac
You better watch your back 'cause I'm fuckin' up your program
And if you're stuck up, you just lucked up
Next in line to get fucked up
Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker
It's just one of those days
It's all about the he says, she says bullshit
I think you better quit letting shit slip
Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip
It's all about the he says, she says bullshit
I think you better quit talkin' that shit, punk
So come and get it
I feel like shit
My suggestion is to keep your distance
'Cause right now, I'm dangerous
But we've all felt like shit
And been treated like shit
All those motherfuckers that wanna step up
I hope you know I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break something tonight
I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break something tonight
I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break your fuckin' face tonight
Give me something to break
Give me something to break
Just give me something to break
How 'bout your fuckin' face?
I hope you know I pack a chainsaw (What?)
A chainsaw (What?)
A motherfuckin' chainsaw (What?)
So come and get it
It's all about the he says, she says bullshit
I think you better quit letting shit slip
Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip
It's all about the he says, she says bullshit
I think you better quit talkin' that shit, punk
So come and get it
Written by: Brendan O'Brien, DJ Lethal, Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland