Ladies and gentlemen! 

Introducing, the single most in-depth, loving critique of Limp Bizkit's Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water. We take a look at a real timestamp of our g-g-generation, an album that your darling hosts grew up with. Is it a joke? Is it lightning-in-a-bottle, never to be equalled? Is swinging on my nuts a f**ked up game? 

We'll answer this, and a lot more as we take you on (probably) the most focused breakdown of the album, the time and most importantly, Fred Durst. 

Can you feel it?