Show Me What You Got

I get silly when I play in Philly
Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee and Lewiston Maine?
Hey ladies
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City
I need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin' Phoenix

To the firm you always got my back
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
Who's hot, who's not?
And if that was really so then life would really blow
Who's hot, baby? Who's hot?
The worlds best MC kills on this record
Who? Who?
We toast when we're tippin' up the Challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto
Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks
For makin' my dreams come true for the millinum
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages

Found my lucky coin in Des Moine

Show me what you got?
Who's hot, who's not?
Without the fans there wouldn't be no show
I'd like to dedicate this song to you
Who's hot, who's not?
Who? Who?
Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA
And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena
Show me what you got?
Comin' raw with no corrections savin' all perfections
What can I say, I cant name'm all
Mesa Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton
The ones I didn't thank I will some other time
Now I just want somebody anybody, everybody
Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver
Show me what you got?
I'm so grateful for this life of mine
Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale
We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great
Les Claypool, for actin' like a fool
My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date
These bands, these stories and the places that I've been
I can't help but believe in these friends

I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell
Scott Weiland the melody man if you can't sing it nobody can
Slim shady crazy ass cracker, Staind a brand new drug for your brain
Got lost in Boston lookin' for the tea party
An MC with bad habits I am, I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it?
And all of the bands for the demos that were cool
Alito, I like that big, bring in, bring in
Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious
Are you ready? Then get the fuck up
And I probably aint leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland
But a pumpkin shoved inside a can
Jordan, my phat ass band without 'em I'd be nothin'
Who's hot, who's not?

So somebody, anybody, everybody
Get the fuck up
We got the swing from New Orleans, Ft Worth and Dallas
Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville
Wu-Tang Clan skills from the method
Met a child molester in Worcester
Hey ladies
Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas

Portland, Orlando, Chicago and Frisco?
I thank God, mom and dad, Adriana for the love I feel inside
In Cincinnati the girls call me Daddy

I've been around this world and then some
Show me what you got?
Get the fuck up