Just Drop Dead lyrics

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LIMP BIZKIT lyrics : "Just Drop Dead"


Ok, where the hell 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 $#[email protected],


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 $#[email protected] is going on?
Who the $#[email protected] do you think you are? ((*##$!)
Cause for alarm

Put up with your %#@!, begging me to stay
Even though you run your $#[email protected] mouth everyday!
I aint some punk $$# dealing with your drunk $$#

Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the $#[email protected] line
Now there's no returnin'

This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your $$# burnin'


[Chorus]
Cause I deserve more,

I deserve more
You act like a [email protected]^%
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 $$# 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 (*##$?

Now your boy can blow me

What the $#[email protected] is going on?

Who the $#[email protected] do you think you are? ((*##$!)
Cause for alarm
Gonna put your %#@! begging me to stay

Even though you run your $#[email protected] mouth every day!
I aint some punk $$# dealing with your drunk $$#
Sure your mighty fine

But you crossed the $#[email protected] line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'

Pulling down your panties
and leave your $$# burnin'


[Chorus X2]

Theres love

Theres lust
Then blood
Then guts

Your touch
My crutch
I trust you way too much


Theres love
Theres lust

Then blood
Then guts
Your touch

My crutch
I trust you way too much!!

You gotta lotta $#[email protected]' nerve!
Ya think this is a $#[email protected]' tennis match? ((*##$!)

Time for me to serve
John Mackinroe
Ready for me ho?
Its 15-love
Where the $#[email protected] they gonna go? (Huh?)


Where the $#[email protected] you gonna go? (Huh?)
Where the $#[email protected] you gonna go? (Huh?)

What the $#[email protected] is going on?

Who the $#[email protected] do you think you are? ((*##$!)
Cause for alarm
Gonna put your %#@! begging me to stay
Even though you run your $#[email protected] mouth every day!
I aint some punk $$# dealing with your drunk $$#

Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the $#[email protected] line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your $$# burnin'


[Chorus X2]

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Writer(s): Samuel Robert Rivers, William Frederick Durst, John Everett Otto
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