Making Love to Morgan Wallen
 作词 : Fred Durst/John Otto/Sam Rivers/Leor Dimant/Wes Borland/Joel Eriksson
 作曲 : Fred Durst/John Otto/Sam Rivers/Leor Dimant/Wes Borland/Joel Eriksson
Damn, I miss you, Chester
Sending love from my bass compressor
Ground control with a soul like Bowie
And I'll chop you up if I'm under pressure
Don't really want to brag
I'm just telling mother****ers that I'm leaving with a bag
High five to the scarred and the strange
From the alcohol that'll never get tamed
Bizkit beats from the pirate band
Sign this deal with a lobster hand
Freestyle like a bowling pin, flex these bars on a dolphin fin
Life's too short but I can't complain, doing backflips on a candy cane
Ride my scooter with a cape at night
And i'ma high five me a traffic light
I blink twice then I tell her four
Got kicked out of the Trump Resort
Bought this cloud on a payment plan, then I ghosted out in a minivan
Mic in my hand like a waffle cone
Spitting out syrup in the twilight zone
Got no job but I'm on the clock, and you can't stop me cause this shit don't stop
Hey ladies, oh, when you're hot you're hot, yeah, when you're not you're not, nope
Hey fellas, oh, when you're hot you're hot, yeah, when you're not you're not
Bitch you know I'm hot
How many licks to the pepper gonna pop?
Told my cap is the CEO
Then I moonwalked in a UFO
Mike my shoes with a Christmas wreath
Dropping these bars while I brush my teeth
Flipping this verse like a boomerang
Landed on stage in your booty tang
Backpack filled with a new disease
Tell them I'm dull so I'm hard to please
We don't care, we bounce on clouds
Sing off key and we're still too loud
Bizkit drops, the place explodes
Jumping through life in my pantyhose
Still no job but I'm on the clock
And you can't stop me cause this shit don't stop
Hey ladies, oh, when you're hot you're hot, yeah, when you're not you're not, nope
Hey fellas, oh, when you're hot you're hot, yeah, when you're not you're not
I see through your act and I still enjoy the show, yeah
No dance, no dance, no dance, no dance, no dance, no dance, no dance
Too bad
Too bad Gotta deal with the bitches
Some of y'all too big for your britches
How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys?
Come on, too bad, gotta deal with the bitches
Some of y'all too big for your britches
How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys?
You know who you are
Turn it up
I made this mother****in diamond plate
Makin' love to Morgan Wallen in an elevator
I'll be turning on you bitches like a generator
I'll be the greatest mother****er that you ever hated
That you ever hated!