Pollution
Limp Bizkit
Letra

Come on fool
Aw, aw, aw drop that shit
Straight comin' at ya, punk

The greatest side is critical
When digging on my concept rhythms
Keep on building like smoke
Got'cha 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
Style's 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 swinging it to ya

When do you decide (you decide)
Then you can know in your mind (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 tight on the mic
When I spill
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that 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

Now you get the feel
I rumble like the thunder
Now you're going under
I bet ya wonder
What the is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype
And then complain
I can't refrain
From bringing on the pain

Pollution
You preach the noise about the words
That you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip tight on the mic
When I spill

Pollution
You preach the noise about the words
That you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight breaker

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 up
I'm gonna bring that beat back

Pollution
You preach the noise about the words
That you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip tight on the mic
When I spill

Pollution
You preach the noise about the words
That you don't wanna hear
Pollution, I keep that grip real tight breaker

Yeah, gonna bring that beat back
Aw, gonna bring that beat back
, gonna bring that beat back
Yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back

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
Back
(Fred shut up, alright)
(This is me telling you to shut up, shut up)
(Fred, shut the up)