THERE THEY GO

Ready? (Yeah) Let's go

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, pleased to meet you

I go by the name of Sixx John

Of course you know Mike Shinoda (yeah)

Uh oh (uh oh), west coast (west coast), let's go

One time

For my Machine Shop crew

And then it's two times

S.O.B. and L.P. too

And then it's three times

It's Mike and Sixx on the track

And then four times

When we come in through the back, they're saying

Oh no, close the door

Shut the lights and start the show (yeah)

Better let everybody know

Get on the mic and there they go

Oh no, close the door

Shut the lights and start the show

Better let everybody know

Get on the mic and there they go

Dangerous bitch, ya can't really hang with us and this

Everybody's so afraid of us, shit

Makes me wanna hang it up and quit

Forget about all the things you heard before

'Bout time that we're kicking down your door

Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor

"Please Mike, don't hurt me anymore"

I don't gotta have a secret lie or an alibi

Everybody knows why I'm here

I'd just as soon crack a bottle

Let's crack you over the head with a bottle of beer

So just listen up there, powder puff

Better believe that I'm not playing

You can love it, you can hate

But don't mistake it, everybody's saying

Oh no, close the door

Shut the lights and start the show (yeah)

Better let everybody know

Get on the mic and there they go

Oh no, close the door

Shut the lights and start the show

Better let everybody know

Get on the mic and there they go

What you really wanna do is this

Just make believe that I don't exist

But you won't, 'cause every time you go to spit

(Yo, check this) I talk over you just like this (haha)

It's annoying, just for you

You could scream all day 'til your face is blue

I'm getting in your head and you know it too

And that's just me, you don't know my crew

My man Sixx John understand though

The way that he flows, you can call him Rambo

Never missed a shot, never run outta ammo

Come out wit' heat like a goddamned commando

And add in S.O.B., Ryu, Tak, Vin Scully

Cheapshot and now you see, fuck with me? Nah, Sixx

Oh no, (uh oh) uh oh, whatever you get when you see that door closed

I'm a bail through the back (fo sho) straight to the bar so I can act (a fool)

I figured you guys would get a little surprise

Your eyes wide when it's me and Mike Shinod

I'm just plain ol' Sixx John from the Nam district

This is not supposed

I still talk with awkward speech

I'm like a dog that's off his leash

Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee

Niggas scared to walk these streets

I ain't trippin' homie, talk is cheap

Acapella or we can walk on a beat

And if that ain't enough action

I got seventeen pages in this little magazine I keep

Oh no, close the door

Shut the lights and start the show (yeah)

Better let everybody know

Get on the mic and there they go

Oh no, close the door

Shut the lights and start the show

Better let everybody know

Get on the mic and there they go

We got this place rocking, beat knocking, non-stoppin'

If y'all are with it, let me hear it now, yeah, yo

We got this place rocking, beat knocking, non-stoppin'

If y'all are with it, let me hear it now, yeah, yo

One time

For my Machine Shop crew

And then it's two times

S.O.B. and L.P. too

And then it's three times

It's Mike and Sixx on the track

And then four times

We do it like that (like that), like that (like that)

Clap, clap bitches