In case you haven't heard, Limp Bizkit gobbles panda balls for dinner.

Have you heard our latest butchering of Motley Crue's song?  How about the Who's?  George Michael?  We're slaughtering covers like Farmer John slaughters my breakfast.  Where's my goddamn bacon?

Oh, and give old limpbizkit_boy a ring or two.  He's quite the fan.  Here's what I wrote on his page:
Jesus fucking Christ, take a look at yourself.  Even my nasty bandmates would be freaked out by your obsession.  Seriously, look at that picture of yourself.  What are you?  Emo?  Goth?  I think you're just plain retarded.  Get a life, and get off my dick you pathetic piece of shit.

Maybe he'll come back here and respond.  Kids like him always have to think up "witty" comebacks such as "ur ghey," "bitch imma pwn j00" and "fuk u nigger."  Don't be cliche, now!

I'm on a crusade.

I'm gonna bring back nu-metal to the front of rock again.  Fuck all these emo, mall punk bitches.  Fuck all these retro motherfuckers.  I'm gonna get good charlotte, simple plan, new found glory, yellowcard, starting line, my chemical romance, bowling for soup, coheed and cambria, nofx, mxpx, goldfinger, unwritten law, dashboard confessional, killers, rooney, vines, strokes, and the rest and put them in a pit and single-handedly kick all their whiney bitchasses in.  For the hell of it, I'll throw in the rest of these wannabe rap rockers that try to imitate me.  I'm talkin' to you linkin park, p.o.d and papa roach.  Fuck you guys.  Trying to muscle in on MY GENRE.  I INVENTED THIS SHIT.  I'm not talking about that shit with anthrax and public enemy.  I'm talking about nu-fucking-metal.  I'm gonna stick the glasses guy from linkin park in a blender and feed them to the fatasses from papa roach then proceed to kick in the stomachs of all of them.  I, Fred Motherfucking Durst, hereby vow to bring back nu-metal in all its glory, and to decapitate all these emo, punk, wannabe rap-rockers until the words LIMP and BIZKIT become synonymous with ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL.

-Diggity Durst OUT

PS: Shout out to my homie Tradgictruth.  Good job on the blocked comments, you're such a man for doing that.  Tell you what, you stop writing your garbage "poetry," and I'll stop making fun of your crybaby ass.  Deal?  Because you and I both know I can't rap, and you couldn't write a poem if your life depended on it.

Keep on rollin' baby.

I'm thinking about washing my cap.  It smells really bad now.