Limp Bizkit - Out Of Style

It's time to rock this motherf*cker 'cause I'm always out of style (Style)
Never change my style 'cause my style is kinda fresh
You bitches askin' for a sound check, check, one, two, b*tch
You barely touch the ground, yeah
Choked up on your bounce game, comin' down the mountain
Copycats, you lucky that I let you hang around me
Check, three, four, Bizkit out there on the bounty
In the warzone, got these campers all around me
We should be on the same team (Same team)
On the motherf*ckin' same team (Same team)
If we ain't then we nothing, nothing (Woo)