Pollution lyrics

WES:

Uh, come on fool!

FRED:

Yaah!

Uh, uh, uh drop that shit

Straight comin' at ya, punk

To criticize is critical

When digging on my concept

Rhythms got me feelin kinda small

Got you running from the law

Maybe it's that low end

Smothered with the freestyle

Maybe it's the thought

Of being on the bottom of the pile

Styles bound to the sky lines

Keep 'em on the sidelines

Choking on my fly rhymes

You need the Heimlich maneuver

This ain't no joke

You're gonna choke

When I'm slinging it to ya

When do you decide?

(When do you decide?)

Then you can know in your mind

(When do you decide?)

When do you decide?!

I'll probably never understand

(Pollution!)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution!)

I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill

(Pollution!)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution!!)

I keep the grip real tight

Breaker, breaker one nine

Spitting out that skill

Suicidal punk let me know you're real

I'm walking on a thin line

With the sticky bass line

Now you're stuck with the flow

Running through your mind

So if you're crossing over

Let me know you're real

With a flex of your neck

Now you got the feel

I rumble like a thunder

Now you're going under

I bet ya wonder

What the fuck is even going down

I listen to 'em stereotype

And then complain

I can't refrain

From bringing on the pain

When do you decide?

(When do you decide?)

Then you can know in your mind

(When do you decide?)

When do you decide?!

I'll probably never understand

(Pollution!)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution!)

I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill

(Pollution!)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution!!)

I keep the grip real tight over

So when they tell me to turn down that volume

I'm gonna bring that beat back

And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass

I'm gonna bring that beat back

And when they tell me to turn down the vocal

I'm gonna bring that beat back

And when they tell us to shut the fuck up

I'm gonna bring that beat back!

Yeah, gonna bring that beat back!

Aw, gonna bring that beat back!

Fuck, gonna bring that beat back!

Yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back!

When do you decide?

(When do you decide?)

Then you can know in your mind

(When do you decide?)

When do you decide?!

I'll probably never understand

(Pollution!)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution!)

I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill

(Pollution!!)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution!!!)

Oh, oh, oh, shit

I'm gonna bring that beat back!

I'm gonna bring that beat back!

I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back

Bring that beat back, beat back

Bring that beat back, beat back

So shut the f-f-f-f...

Back! Back! Back! Back! Back! Back! Back!

WES:

Fred, shut up, all right? This is me telling you to shut up!)

FRED:

Bring that fucking beat back!

WES:

Shut up!)

FRED:

You sucka! (WES: Shut--) Fuckin' sucka song!

WES:

Fred, shut the fuck up!!)

FRED:

Uh-huh, we're done.

• Artist:Limp Bizkit
• Album:Three Dollar Bill, Y'all