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9 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Start to finish, Bizkit blend of riffs and raps are perfect, July 26, 1999
By A Customer
From the intro where Fred preaches buying a gun to kill "the pollution of satan" to the seemingly endless but well done none-the-less "Everything", Three Dollar Bill is definately for real, is anything but limp, and will not leave you wanting change. While the album has it's moments of nothing but mindless screaming, Fred Durst's redeeming lyrics are incredibly real, moving, and in many cases just f***ing brilliant. Presented in the form of hip-hop with metal backing, the engaging songs will get anyone who really appreciates either metal or rap moshing and bustin out the phat lyrics sung (or yelled) only as Fred can (a white guy rapping, go figure). The band did an incredible job of mixing both hard rocking from start to stop beats, such as Pollution, Nobody Loves Me, Clunk, and Leech, with slowly inticing, soon to rip you with killer riffs, like Counterfiet, Stuck, Sour, Faith, and Indigo Flow. The slow paced to absolute mosh can be reminiscent of the old Metallica. Although it has the slow paced openers, the album as a whole, rocks hard, fast and furious, relentlessly pounding on on your ears and all the senses. At the end of the album, you say to yourself, "What the hell just happened?" You got hit with something limp, a premeir band from Jacksonville who has a long career ahead of them. You got hit with a Three Dollar Bill...
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