Show Me What You Got

Keepin' it real, worldwide, baby

Limp Bizkit's in the house, so bring it on

I'd like to dedicate this song to you

For makin' my dreams come true, for the millennium

Are you ready? Then get the fuck up

Woo-ha

Who's hot? Who's not?

Where you at, Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville

Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine?

Where you at, Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale

Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?

I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell

Got lost in Boston, lookin' for the tea party

Met a child molester in Worcester

I need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix

I get silly when I play in Philly

Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City

Never know what I'm in for when I'm in Denver

Hard Rock don't stop down in Vegas

In Cincinnati the girls calls me daddy

And I probably ain't leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland

Found my lucky coin in Des Moines

And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena

We get to swing from New Orleans, Fort Worth, and Dallas

We toast when we tippin' up the Challis

Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa

Northfolk, Lawerence, Minneapolis, St. Paul

North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, L.A.

What can I say? I can't name 'em all

So somebody, anybody, everybody

Get the fuck up

Show me what you got

Woo-ha

Show me what you got

Hey, ladies

Who's hot? Who's not?

Who? Who?

Who's hot? Who's not?

I can't help but to believe in these friends

These bands, these stories, and the places that I've been

I thank God, Mom and Dad

Adriana for the love I feel inside

Jordan, my phat ass band

Without 'em I'd be nothin' but a pumpkin shoved inside a can

Without the fans, there wouldn't be no show

And if that was really so, then life would really blow

Through the verve , you always got my back

Korn for the love and the swapping of the tracks

My brother Cory D., my man Terry Date

We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great

Scott Weiland, the melody man

If you can't sing it, then nobody can

Wu-Tang Clan, Skills from Method

The world's best emcee kills on this record

Slim Shady, the crazy ass cracker

Staind, a brand new drug for your vein

Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool

And all of the bands for the demos that were cool

I'm so grateful for this life of mine

The ones I didn't thank, I will some other time

Now I just want somebody, anybody, everybody

To get the fuck up

And show me what you got

Woo-ha

Show me what you got

Hey, ladies

Who's hot? Who's not?

Who? Who?

Who's hot? Who's not?

Who's hot, baby?

Who's hot?

Hold up

Yeah, we do it, I like that beat, uh

Bring it, bring it

I've been around this world and then some

Dum-ditty-dum, kid, where you comin' from?

I went from the garage, to steppin' on these stages

Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious

An emcee with bad habits, I am

I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?

Comin' raw with no corrections, savin' all perfection's

For what I do with my erections

So dream on