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Ladies and gentlemen!
Introducing the Chocolate Starfish!
And the Hotdog Flavored Water
Bring it on!
Get the fuck up!
Yeah!
Check, one, two
Listen up, listen up!
Here we go
It's a fucked up world
We're a fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams
Fucked up life
A fucked up kid
With a fucked up knife
Fucked up moms
And fucked up dads
It's a fucked up cop
With a fucked up badge
Fucked up job
With fucked up pay
And a fucked up boss
Is a fucked up pain
Fucked up press
And fucked up lies
Well, Lethal's in the back
With the fact of the fires
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
Ain't it a shame that you can't say "Fuck"
Fuck's just a word
And it's all fucked up
Like a fucked up punk
With a fucked up mouth
A nine inch nail
I'll get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up aids
From fucked up sex
Fake ass titties
On a fucked up chest
We're all fucked up
So what you want to do?
We fucked up me
And fucked up you
You want to fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me
Ain't life a bitch?
A fucked up bitch
A fucked up soul with a fucked up stitch
A fucked up head
Is a fucked up shame
Swinging on my nuts
Is a fucked up game
Jealousy filling up a fucked up mind
It's real fucked up
Like a fucked up crime
If I say "Fuck" two more times
That's forty six "Fucks" in this fucked up rhyme
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
You want to fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me
Hooo-aaa Haaaw!
Listen up baby
You... can't... bring... me... (bring me)... down
I... don't... think... so
I don't want some
You... better... check... your... (check it)... self
Before.. you.. wreck.. your.. self
Kiss.. my.. star.. fish
My... choco... late.. Star... fish.. punk
Kiss... my... star... fish
My... choco... late... Star... fish
You want to fuck me like an animal
You want to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me
Introducing the Chocolate Starfish!
And the Hotdog Flavored Water
Bring it on!
Get the fuck up!
Yeah!
Check, one, two
Listen up, listen up!
Here we go
It's a fucked up world
We're a fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams
Fucked up life
A fucked up kid
With a fucked up knife
Fucked up moms
And fucked up dads
It's a fucked up cop
With a fucked up badge
Fucked up job
With fucked up pay
And a fucked up boss
Is a fucked up pain
Fucked up press
And fucked up lies
Well, Lethal's in the back
With the fact of the fires
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
Ain't it a shame that you can't say "Fuck"
Fuck's just a word
And it's all fucked up
Like a fucked up punk
With a fucked up mouth
A nine inch nail
I'll get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up aids
From fucked up sex
Fake ass titties
On a fucked up chest
We're all fucked up
So what you want to do?
We fucked up me
And fucked up you
You want to fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me
Ain't life a bitch?
A fucked up bitch
A fucked up soul with a fucked up stitch
A fucked up head
Is a fucked up shame
Swinging on my nuts
Is a fucked up game
Jealousy filling up a fucked up mind
It's real fucked up
Like a fucked up crime
If I say "Fuck" two more times
That's forty six "Fucks" in this fucked up rhyme
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
You want to fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me
Hooo-aaa Haaaw!
Listen up baby
You... can't... bring... me... (bring me)... down
I... don't... think... so
I don't want some
You... better... check... your... (check it)... self
Before.. you.. wreck.. your.. self
Kiss.. my.. star.. fish
My... choco... late.. Star... fish.. punk
Kiss... my... star... fish
My... choco... late... Star... fish
You want to fuck me like an animal
You want to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me
Lyrics submitted by piesupreme
Track duration: 04:33
"Hot Dog" as written by William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Trent Reznor
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
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Fred is a massive Nine Inch Nails fan and part of this song is a light 'parody', you could call it, of Closer. It's also got a bit from The Perfect Drug in it. Fuck sake.
"We're all fucked up
So whatcha wanna do?
We fucked up me
And fucked up you"
I believe it was Pitchfork that called these "Groundbreaking lyrics that cut to the core of the listener. All hail the Chocolate Starfish!"
Few know that Fred Durst was in a very special period in his life when he wrote this. After returning home from his three year journey across Africa and India, he cited a very profound moment when he had when he swam across The Black Sea(The Hot Dog Flavored Water). In his experience he understood the true nature of man and God, and he spoke truly of our meaning in this life when he sung
"Hooo Haaa Haaaw!
Listen up baby
You.. can't.. bring.. me.. (bring me).. down"
Few will ever come close to this apex of literature and only some will be able to comprehend it's full meaning.
In conclusion, Mr. Durst stands above ordinary "fuckers" like you and me because he has a vision, something we cannot see, but we must blindly follow him as he travels on this musical adventure.
When Paul McCartney sat on the piano to write "Hey Jude" (one of the most overrated songs of all time), his intentions were no greater than to create a pleasant pop song to enjoy on a summer afternoon. However, when Mr. Durst literally humped the camera in the music video for "Take A Look Around" (Mission Impossible 2), his intentions were not for money or enjoyment (though there was much of both). He aspired not only to create glorious art, but to move us, to make us feel as if the whole world were crumbling beneath us, and only by "getting the fuck up" could we ever swing on the nuts of Fred Durst. And we did.
Farewell. God Bless.
And do it all for The Nookie.