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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Scott Borland
Scott Borland
Keyboards
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leor Dimant
Leor Dimant
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Songwriter
Trent Reznor
Trent Reznor
Songwriter
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Songwriter
John Otto
John Otto
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Producer
Josh Abraham
Josh Abraham
Additional Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Alex Morfas
Alex Morfas
Assistant Engineer
Carl Nappa
Carl Nappa
Assistant Engineer
Dave Dominguez
Dave Dominguez
Assistant Engineer
Doug Trantow
Doug Trantow
Assistant Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Femio Hernandez
Assistant Engineer
Fran Flannery
Fran Flannery
Assistant Engineer
Jaime Duncan
Jaime Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin Guarnieri
Kevin Guarnieri
Assistant Engineer
Matt Kingdom
Matt Kingdom
Assistant Engineer
Pete Novak
Pete Novak
Assistant Engineer
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Additional Producer
Steve "Barney" Chase
Steve "Barney" Chase
Assistant Engineer
Steve Conover
Steve Conover
Assistant Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Reiger
Ted Reiger
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing the Chocolate Starfish
And the Hotdog Flavored Water
Bring it on
Get the fuck up
Yeah, check, one, two
Listen up, listen up
Here we go
[Verse 1]
It's a fucked up world and a fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams, fucked up life
A fucked up kid with a fucked up knife
Fucked up moms and fucked up dads
A fucked up cop with a fucked up badge
Fucked up job with fucked up pay
And a fucked up boss, this a fucked up day
Fucked up press with fucked up lies
While Lethal's in the back with the fucked up eyes
[Refrain]
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows it's on
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows it's on
[Verse 2]
Ain't it a shame that you can't say "fuck"?
Fuck's just a word and it's all fucked up
Like a fucked up punk with a fucked up mouth
A nine inch nail, I'll get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up AIDS from fucked up sex
Fake-ass titties on a fucked up chest
We're all fucked up, so what you wanna do
With fucked up me and fucked up you?
[Chorus]
You wanna fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothin' you do will bring you closer to me
[Verse 3]
Ain't life a bitch? A fucked up bitch
A fucked up sore with a fucked up stitch
A fucked up head, it's a fucked up shame
Swingin' on my nuts is a fucked up game
Jealousy fillin' up a fucked up mind
It's real fucked up like a fucked up crime
If I say "fuck" two more times
That's forty-six "fuck"s in this fucked up rhyme
[PreChorus]
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows it's on
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows it's on
[Chorus]
You wanna fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothin' you do will bring you closer to me
[Bridge]
Listen up, baby
You can't bring me down
I don't think so, I don't think so
You better check yourself (Check it)
Before you wreck yourself
Kiss my starfish, my chocolate starfish, punk
Kiss my starfish, my chocolate starfish
[Chorus]
You wanna fuck me like an animal
You wanna burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothin' you do will bring you closer to me
Written by: DJ Lethal, Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Trent Reznor, Wes Borland
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