Douche Bag — Limp Bizkit: текст песни

One for the trouble Two for the bass Three to get ready Let's rock this place

Hooded in black Dropping vengeance upon your back Because you ain't jack Talking smack Consequences the game reacts With a pain attack Trim the fat Go the distance the bizkit's back You get no slack Spray the gat Back the clip with the riff attack Fake the black

Your feeling like your really that invincible Reality will leave you feeling terrible This moment is past the point of critical Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Douche bag I'm a fuck you up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche bag I'm a fuck you up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche bag

I'm a fuck you up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche bag I'm a fuck you up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

What's the problem You got problems You ain't seen we got the brain to solve them Bring the horror I ain't scared Your about a as scary as a freak at a fair You ain't hard you think you is You just mad because I speak like this You just crying because you ain't go milk Got nothing to spill while this mic's on tilt

Your feeling like your really that invincible Reality will leave you feeling terrible This moment is past the point of critical Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Douche bag I'm a fuck you up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche bag I'm a fuck you up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

What's with this talk and no play There ain't nothing left to say Lie in that bed that you made After we blow you away

Douche bag I'm a fuck you up I'm a fuck you up

I'm a fuck you up I'm a fuck you up I'm a fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche bag I'm a fuck you up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche bag I'm a fuck you up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up