Note: I do not own Spider-Man or any of the characters in it, nor do I own any Limp Bizkit songs. This is one of my favorite songs though because it is about how people hate this generation because we're different and I felt like some of the Spider-Man heroes and villains might know a thing or two about that ;-)

This is my first songfic so be warned I'm still getting used to this.

A loud bank alarm sound is heard. Vulture swoops over the Manhattan skyline, clutching a sack of stolen gems. The Music starts playing. The Music is "My Generation" by Limp Bizkit.

Vulture: If only we could fly! Limp Bizkit styles

Vulture soars over a bridge

Vulture: John Otto! Take 'em to the Matthews Bridge.

Then the drums start going just INSANE and Spider-Man comes swinging up behind Vulture. Everytime the drums hit, Spider-Man shoots out a webline in sync with the Music as he chases down Vulture.

Vulture: Can you feel it? My g-g-g-generation. Get up. My g-g-g-g-generation. Are ya ready?

Just then, Spider-Man catches up, but Vulture punches him right in the face and Spider-Man starts falling.

Vulture:(watching Spider-Man fall) Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle, punk. Take a look around. It's Limp Bizkit, fucking up your town. We downloaded the shockwave

Vulture waves to some hot girls who are watching from a nearby a rooftop

so all the ladies in the cave, can getcha groove on. And maybe I'm the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest, well guess who's next – Generation X, generation strange. Sun don't even shine through a window pane.

Spider-Man leaps back up and smashes the Vulture right in the face

Spider-Man: Well go ahead and talk shit – talk shit about me. Go ahead and talk shit about my g-g-g-generation.

Spider-Man and Vulture and hot girls: Cuz we don't, don't give a fuck and we won't, ever give a fuck until you, you give a fuck about me – and my generation!

Spider-Man throws Vulture through a pet store window and Vulture lands in some dog – eh, shall we say, excrement ;-)

Spider-Man: Hey kid, take my advice – you don't want to step into a big pile of shit. Your captain's drunk, your world is Titanic, floating on the funk – so getcha groove on.

Vulture flys back and screams with rage at Spider-Man – as a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent he is mad that no one understands him

Vulture: Maybe I am just a little fucked up. Life's just a little fucked up. Generation x, generation strange. Sun don't even shine through the window pane.

Vulture clubs Spider-Man on the head with the sack of stolen jewels and Spider-Man plummets towards the sidewalk.

Vulture: So go ahead and talk shit, talk shit about me, and go ahead and talk shit about my g-g-generation.

Vulture and hot girls: Cuz we don't, don't give a fuck and we won't, ever give a fuck until you, you give a fuck about me – and my generation!

Spider-Man hits the sidewalk and lies down motionless for awhile. Every muscle and bone in his body feels like it's been broken because he's been hit so many times. With a resigned sigh he stands up and prepares to fight Vulture again, but then he sees the latest edition of the Daily Bugle saying SPIDER MAN IS A CRIMINAL

Spider-Man:Who gets the blame? You get the blame and I get the blame.

Spider-Man takes off his mask and looks again at the accusing headline. He starts to wonder why he even bothers trying to help people who fear and hate him.

Spider-Man: Who gets the blame? You get the blame and I get the blame.

Spider-Man realizes that no matter what, he has to fight crime or else the criminals will win. With a resolved expression he puts his mask back on.

Spider-Man: But do you think we can fly? Do you think we can fly?

He starts web swinging up to where the Vulture is hovering with the sack of stolen gems.

Spider-Man: Do yoooooooou think we can fly?

With all the proportional strength of a spider, he rams into Vulture, sending him soaring backwards over a nearby billboard.

Spider-Man:Well I do, I do...FLY!

The sack of stolen gems opens up mid-air and the stolen gems spread throughout the sky.

Spider-Man: DJ Lethal, bring it on!

This crazy turntable solo starts up (DJ Lethal is super talented at scratching) and with each twist of the turntable, Spider-Man shoots out a web and catches a stolen gem.

Spider-Man:Awwwwwwww yeah, come on!

A crowd of onlookers have gathered and are staring at Spider-Man with all the stolen gems. 'Oh no do they think I did it?' thinks Spider-Man to himself. 'Jameson is going to have a field day with this.' Angry and at the end of his rope, he turns to face the crowd.

Spider-Man: So go ahead and talk shit, talk shit about me and go ahead and talk shit about my g-g-generation.

The crowd surges forward and lifts Spider-Man on their backs. They carry him around like a hero on their backs.

Spider-Man and hot girls and crowd: We don't, don't give a fuck, and we wont ever give a fuck until you, you give a fuck about me and my generation.

Alright, there it is everyone. Please R&R!