Limb Bizkit
Oh, glorious, glorious day. I am standing over the prone, grossly dismembered body of that musical ebola virus Fred Durst, a bloody and rusted chainsaw protruding from his colon. Well, it would have been, only for the fact that the aforementioned incident was simply a fucking dream! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH!! Fucking cunts!! Andy Warhol used to bang on about everybody having fifteen minutes of fame, but this bland, pus for brains wanna be homeboy warthog from Hicksville, Florida and his useless backing band have had their time, and the utter shiteness of his talentless syphilitic blob of a band is out of fucking time!! What the fuck possesses several million of you inbred, hormone drenched dickheads to fork out money for a bunch of braindead skidmarks who are exactly the sort of people who would have called you or me a fag or freak in high school to cover up the fact that they are all a bunch of livestock fucking, incest loving rednecks?
The sort of twats who probably helped vote in that ambassador of utter stupidity, George W. Bush? And careerist rednecks to fucking boot!! I mean, can you think of a potentially worse combination? Bands like this aren’t fit to lick globules of piss from Iggy Pop’s cock. Stating the obvious that may be, but if you want to hear real fuck off rock music, you won’t find it here. Christ, eight million albums and counting!? You fuckheads should be ashamed of yourselves.