Douchebag Lyrics - Gold Cobra - Limp Bizkit

One for the trouble 

Two for the bass 

Three to get ready 

Let's rock this place 

Yeah, yeah 

Get up, get up, get up 

Check one 

Hoody black, droppin' vengeance, support your back 

'Cause you ain't jack 

Talkin' smack, consequences the game reacts 

We're being attacked 

Trim the fat, go the distance 

The Bizkit back, you get no slack 

Spray the Gat, pack the clip 

With the riff attack, fade to black 

You feelin' like you're really that invincible 

Reality will leave you feelin' terrible 

This moment is possible not critical 

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go 

[Repeat: x4] 

Douche bag, I'm gonna fuck you up 

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up 

What's the problem, you got problems? 

You ain't seem to got the brain to solve them 

Bring the horror, I ain't scared 

You's about 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 cryin' 'cause you ain't got milk 

Got nothin' to spill while this mic in on tilt 

You feelin' like you're really that invincible 

Reality will leave you feelin' terrible 

This moment is possible not critical 

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go 

[Repeat: x4] 

Douche bag, I'm gonna fuck you up 

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up 

[Repeat: x2] 

What's with this talk and no play 

There ain't left to say 

Lie in that be bed that you made 

After we blow you away 

[Repeat: x3] 

Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up 

I'ma fuck you up 

I'ma fuck you up (I'm a fuck you up) 

I'ma fuck you up (I'm a fuck you up) 

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up 

[Repeat: x4] 

Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up 

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up