Pollution-Limp Bizkit

　　　 Artist：limp bizkit Songs Title：pollution Come on fool Aw...aw...aw drop that shit Straight comin at ya, punk The greatest side is critical when digging on my concept Rhythms keep on building like smoke Gotcha running from the law Maybe its that low end smothered with the freestyle Maybe its the thought of being on the bottom of the pile Styles bound to the sky lines Keep em on the sidelines Choking on my fly rhymes You need the heimlich maneuver This aint no joke Youre gonna choke When Im swinging it to ya When do you decide (you decide) Then you can know in your mind (you decide) When do you decide Ill probably never understand Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you dont wanna hear Pollution, I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill Pollution, you preach the noise about the words that you dont wanna hear Pollution, I keep that grip real tight Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill Suicidal punk let me know youre real Im walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line Now youre stuck with the flow running through your mind So if youre crossing over, let me know youre real With them flecks on your neck, now you get the feel I rumble like the thunder Now youre going under I bet ya wonder what the f**k is even going down I listen to em stereotype and then complain I cant refrain from bringing on the pain So when they tell me to turn down that volume Im gonna bring that beat back And when they tell sam to turn down that bass Im gonna bring that beat back And when they tell me to turn down the vocal Im gonna bring that beat back And when they tell us to shut the f**k up Im gonna bring that beat back Yeah, gonna bring that beat back Aw, gonna bring that beat back F**k, gonna bring that beat back Yo, yo, yo, say, bring that beat back Im gonna bring that beat back Im gonna bring that beat back Im gonna bring that beat back, beat back Bring that beat back, beat back (fred shut up, alright) (this is me telling you to shut up...shut up) (fred, shut the f**k up)