LIMP BIZKIT - Cambodia (Live Version) Lyrics

Hey, are you ready? Then get up, let me hear some noise
I see all you motherfuckers bum-rushing the floor tonight
Y'all ready to make this motherfucking place go crazy
Get up, get up, woah, oh, just a minute

I see your mouth moving but I don't hear a word that you say
Pop, mish, mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle
Highways my ways up and down like the Dow Jones
Pass these microphones, I don't exaggerate
Keep it real, only speak about the shit I hate

Hey, you people, just the tudes, attitudes
Lose the attitude, I won't be fucking mad at you
But if you're biting, don't be fighting, kid
I'm sorta liking what you're stealing
That open wound style needs some healing

Jacked up on my flow, I'm glad you know.
Behind the spotlight got the phattest fucking live show
You feel the tension, eyeballs in your socket
Can comprehends how we rock it, you can't stop it
You like the ways that we're living, you need them

Your demo tape, I inspected then ejected
Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground
Kansas City, join me

What do you know about this, punk?
Who's hot? Who's not? Who? Who?
Who's hot? Who's not? Oh, just a minute

I see your mouth moving but I don't hear a word that you say
Do you feel me, baby? Pop hand grenades
Best describe the impaction, can't get no satisfaction
Take it back, that was you doing back in '82

No need for answers, just a thought of your mental fallout shelter
Helter Skelter, the J while bet you, the beetle upset you
But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda
The kingpin Bizkit, the flows we aren't you

Mental highways, my path you can't stop the unexpected
Check your road block, oh, like water, keep on rolling
'Cause this mic is mine and I'm gonna keep on shining on you
I need your help, Kansas City, get the fuck up

What do you know about this, punk?
Who's hot? Who's not? Who? Who?
Who's hot? Who's not?
Woah, Cambodia