Show Me What You Got lyrics

Keepin' it real world wide baby

Limp Bizkit's in the house so bring it on

I'd like to dedicate this song to you

For makin' my dreams come true for the millenium

Are you ready?

Then get the fuck up!

Who's hot, who's not?

Where you at Jacksonville

Rochester, Louisville

Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee and Lewiston, Maine?

Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale

Portland, Orlando, Chicago and Frisco?

I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell

Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party

Met a child molester in Worchester

I need a Kleenex everytime I'm leavin' Phoenix

I get silly when I play in Philly

Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City

Never know what I'm in for when I'm playin' Denver

Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas

In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy

And I probably ain't leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland

Found my lucky coin in Des Moines

And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena

We get the swing from New Orleans

Fort Worth and Dallas, we toast when we're tippin' up the Challis

Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis

St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA

What can I say? I can't name 'em all

So somebody, anybody, everybody, get the fuck up!

Show me what you got

Show me what you got

Hey, ladies

Who's hot, who's not?

Who? Who?

Who's hot, who's not?

I can't help but believe in these friends

These bands, these stories and the places that I've been

I thank God, mom and dad

Adriana for the love I feel inside

Jordan, my phat ass band

Without 'em I'd be nothin' but a pumpkin shoved inside a can

Without the fans there wouldn't be no show

And if that was really so than life would really blow

To the firm, you always got my back

Korn for the love and the swappin' up of tracks

My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date

We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great

Scott Weiland the melody man

If you can't sing it then nobody can

Wu-Tang Clan, skills from the Method

The world's best MC kills on this record

Slim Shady, the crazy ass cracker

Staind, a brand new drug for your brain

Les Claypool for actin' like a fool

And all of the bands for the demos that were cool

I'm so grateful for this life of mine

The ones I didn't thank, I will some other time

Now I just want somebody, anybody, everybody to get the fuck up!

And show me what you got

Show me what you got

Hey, ladies

Who's hot, who's not?

Who? Who?

Who's hot, who's not?

Who's hot, baby?

Who's hot?

Yeah Lethal, I like that beat

Bring it!

Bring it!

I've been around this world and then some

Dum ditty dum kid, where you comin' from?

I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages

Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious

An MC with bad habits I am, I see a mic then I grab it

It's scary, ain't it?

Comin' raw with no corrections, savin' all perfections

For what I do with my erections so dream on