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limp bizkit - just drop dead lyrics

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ok, where the h-ll you been?
said that you’d been hanging with your cute girlfriend
then i get a call, kinda woke me up
said that they saw you chillin’ with this young little f-ck,

i was kinda dazed and maybe confused,
never woulda expected this terrible news,
not only were you kissing this fool you been dissing
you were playing me out
now you better listen

what the f-ck is going on?
who the f-ck do you think you are? (b-tch!)
cause for alarm
put up with your sh-t, begging me to stay
even though you run your f-cking mouth everyday!
i aint some punk -ss dealing with your drunk -ss
sure your mighty fine
but you crossed the f-cking line
now there’s no returnin’
this lesson that your learnin’
pulling down your panties
and leave your -ss burnin’

[chorus]
cause i deserve more,
i deserve more
you act like a wh-r-
so just drop dead
just drop dead

rewind
back to the start (go)
when we got together i gave you my heart
you made a few mistakes
but that’s how it goes
and every time i broke up you gave my -ss a rose (aww)
saying that your sorry
and i’m the only one
believed you like a chump
while you were having fun
i was feelin’ lonely
while you were with your hommie
ain’t that a b-tch?
now your boy can blow me

what the f-ck is going on?
who the f-ck do you think you are? (b-tch!)
cause for alarm
gonna put your sh-t begging me to stay
even though you run your f-cking mouth every day!
i aint some punk -ss dealing with your drunk -ss
sure your mighty fine
but you crossed the f-cking line
now there’s no returnin’
this lesson that your learnin’
pulling down your panties
and leave your -ss burnin’

[chorus x2]

theres love
theres l-st
then blood
then guts
your touch
my crutch
i trust you way too much

theres love
theres l-st
then blood
then guts
your touch
my crutch
i trust you way too much!!

you gotta lotta f-ckin’ nerve!
ya think this is a f-ckin’ tennis match? (b-tch!)
time for me to serve
john mackinroe
ready for me ho?
its 15-love
where the f-ck they gonna go? (huh?)

where the f-ck you gonna go? (huh?)
where the f-ck you gonna go? (huh?)

what the f-ck is going on?
who the f-ck do you think you are? (b-tch!)
cause for alarm
gonna put your sh-t begging me to stay
even though you run your f-cking mouth every day!
i aint some punk -ss dealing with your drunk -ss
sure your mighty fine
but you crossed the f-cking line
now there’s no returnin’
this lesson that your learnin’
pulling down your panties
and leave your -ss burnin’

[chorus x2]

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