Girls Limp Bizkit Diss song by Eminem from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Diss, Detroit Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Girls Limp Bizkit Diss Meaning
| [[Intro] Ayo, dawg, I got some shit on my motherfuckin’ chest That I need to get off ’cause if I don’t I’ma fuckin’ explode or somethin’ Now, look, this is the story about Some little fuckin’ girls that I know It goes like this [Verse 1] It’s so easy for me to make enemies any more, it’s sickening People are lookin’ for an excuse to jump on my shitlist Stickin’ their noses in shit that isn’t none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now I’m in the position that I don’t wanna be in shit I never had no beef with you corny son-of-a-bitches But now the shit is broke and you can’t do nothin’ to fix it So I’m tellin’ you right now, motherfuck a Limp Bizkit Now I’ma be real, B-Real was real He ain’t say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin, see, he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I’d have never involved my crew if it wasn’t for pupils Peoples, whatever your backpackin’ cipherin’ name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you were sayin’ and I’da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies Hit the studio and I’ll admit, I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain’t mad at you any But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked I’da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look who’s mentioning me That little fuckin’ weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV Talkin’ ’bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on, dawg, you was s’posed to be on that song Talkin’ ’bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong? What’s wrong? You scared? And Fred, you said you was dissin’ him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin’ sissy, up on stage, screamin’ how people hate you They don’t hate you, they just think you’re corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back That’s a sissy act, and don’t call me kissin’ my ass ‘Cause I swear to God this ain’t just a song, I’m tryna to pre-warn you Lethal, when I fuckin’ see you, dog, I’m swingin’ on you! Motherfuckers must think ’cause I’m in trouble with the law That I won’t jaw ’em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow Y’all some… , [Hook] Girls (Y’all are some goddamn girls) Why do you act this way? (Why do you act this way, huh?) Why do y’all act like fuckin’ sissies, you pussies Keep talkin’ shit behind my back, you just some bitches for that And we all know (we all know, hah) How fuckin’ cowards roll (Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’!) In fuckin’ Bentleys and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down [Post-Hook] Now, I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs To be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ’em, all I ask Is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion And I won’t put you in ’em ‘Cause I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs To be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ’em, all I ask Is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion And I won’t put you in ’em [Verse 2] Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on But if I help you sell one record And I see you at a show, I’ll strip you naked See, I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that’d die for me like I’d die for them I’d fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of ’em been with me through this fucked up life that I’m in That goes for all of my dawgs, from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Mel-Man, ’til I’m hoist away In my coffin I’ll never soften, no matter how often I’m tested I’ll never give a fuck, I won’t never be interested Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil But I will never be this gullible ever again no, nope Next time I’ll know when someone’s copyin’ off me I’m not bein’ cocky, I just know when somebody’s mockin’ me I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger (hey!) I say, “Fuck Christina!”, he says, “Fuck Christina!”, but meaner So from doin’ a song with Method to beggin’ to get accepted I’m peggin’ Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal, don’t forget what I said I’m fuckin’ you up, punk, you’re dead! Don’t think that I’m playin’! And fuck Bizkit! ‘Cause I know you’re sayin’, “Fuck D12!” Only not to our face, under your breath to yourselves Little … , [Hook] Girls (Motherfuckin’ females) Why do you act this way? (Why do you act this way, huh?) Why do y’all act like fuckin’ sissies, you pussies Keep talkin’ shit behind my back, you just some bitches for that And we all know (we all know the truth) How fuckin’ cowards roll (Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’!) In fuckin’ Bentley’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down [Post-Hook] Now, I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs To be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ’em, all I ask Is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion And I won’t put you in ’em ‘Cause I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs To be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ’em, all I ask Is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion And I won’t put you in ’em [Outro] And that’s it, that’s all there is to it, dawg If you didn’t wanna do the fuckin’ song Don’t say you’re down with doin’ the fuckin’ song And then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin’ MTV talkin’ about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin’ ass If you’re scared of Whitey Ford, dawg Just say you’re scared of Whitey Ford, that’s it That’s all you had to fuckin’ say, I wouldn’ta said shit I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin’ song myself And not put you motherfuckers in it, that’s all Now, I ain’t even on no rap shit no more I’m on some fuckin-you-up-shit when I see you And I will see you, too Oh, and by the way, Fred That wasn’t an accident I didn’t mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Haha!] |
