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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Wes Borland
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Durst
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Songwriter
John Otto
Songwriter
DJ Lethal
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Ross Robinson
Producer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Richard Kaplan
Engineer
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Poop
Oh, yeah!
Tell me why you came, tell me why you're here
Tell me why your voice is always ringing in my ear
You wanna be the man hanging with my crew?
Who the hell let you through?
I see you're always at my shows, always with my bros
Always finding places where I think nobody goes
I can't seem to shake you from this
So now I'll have to break you from this!
Can't you just let me be, you leech?
(Oh, get it straight!)
And can't you take a hint? We thought you had a friend
It's such a shame that you're coming around again
Man, I'd really love to take you out like Chuck Norris
Instead I'd kick him with a vocal, slap him with a chorus
Man, I really shouldn't have to beg
The big mistake was when your mom and daddy hit the bed
Oh, you seem to not get the picture
So I'll frame this script, that'll grip ya!
Can't you just let me be, you leech?
Stop sticking around!
Stop sticking around!
Stop sticking around!
Leech!
(Fool, stop sticking around!)
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Samuel Rivers, Wes Borland