| Ready? |
| Let’s Go
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| Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, pleased to meet you
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| I go by the name of Sixx John
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| Of course you know Mike Shinoda
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| Uh oh, let’s go, one time
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| For my Machine Shop crew
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| And then it’s two times
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| S.O.B. |
| and L.P. too
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| And then it’s three times
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| It’s Mike and Sixx on the track
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| And then four times
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| When we come in through the back they’re saying
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| Oh no, close the door
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| Shut the lights and start the show
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| Better let everybody know
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| Get on the mic and there they go
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| Oh no, close the door
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| Shut the lights and start the show
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| Better let everybody know
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| Get on the mic and there they go
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| Dangerous bitch, ya can’t really hang with us and this
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| Everybody’s so afraid of us, shit
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| Makes me wanna hang it up and quit
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| Forget about all the things you heard before
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| 'Bout time that we’re kicking down your door
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| Everybody’s gonna hit the fuckin' floor
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| Please, Mike, don’t hurt me anymore
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| I don’t gotta have a secret lie or an alibi
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| Everybody knows why I’m here
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| Not just for some crack, get a bottle
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| Let’s crack you over the head with a bottle of beer
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| So just listen up there powder-puff
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| Better believe that I’m not playing
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| You can love it, you can hate
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| But don’t mistake it, everybody’s saying
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| Oh no, close the door
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| Shut the lights and start the show
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| Better let everybody know
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| Get on the mic and there they go
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| Oh no, close the door
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| Shut the lights and start the show
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| Better let everybody know
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| Get on the mic and there they go
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| What you really wanna do is this
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| Just make believe that I don’t exist
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| But you won’t, 'cause everytime you go to spit
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| (Yo, check this)
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| I talk over you just like this
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| It’s annoying just for you
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| You could scream all day till your face is blue
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| I’m getting in your head and you know it too
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| And that’s just me you don’t know my crew
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| My man Sixx John understand though
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| The way that he flows, you can call him Rambo
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| Never missed a shot, never run outta ammo
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| Come out wit' heat like a goddamned commando
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| And add in S.O.B., Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully
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| Cheap shot and now you see, fuck with me? |
| Nah, Sixx
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| Oh no, uh oh, whatever you get when you see that door closed
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| I’m a bail through the back straight to the bar so I can act a fool
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| I figured you guys would get a little surprise
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| Your eyes wide when it’s me and Mike Shinod
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| I’m just plain ol Sixx John from the Nam district
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| This is not supposed, I still talk with awkward speech
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| I’m like a dog that’s off his leash
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| Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee
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| Niggas scared to walk these streets, I ain’t trippin' homie
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| Talk is cheap, acapellla or we can walk on a beat
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| And if that ain’t enough action
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| I got seventeen pages in this little magazine I keep
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| We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
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| If y’all all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
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| We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
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| If y’all all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
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| One time
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| For my Machine Shop crew
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| And then it’s two times
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| S.O.B. |
| and L.P. too
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| And then it’s three times
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| It’s Mike and Sixx on the track
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| And then four times
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| We do it like that, like that, like that, like that
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| (Clap, Clap Bitches) |