Douche Bag - Limp Bizkit

One for the trouble

Two for the bass

Three to get ready

Let’s rock this place

(YEAH, GET UP, check one)

Hooded black

Dropping vengeance upon your back

Cause you ain’t jack

Talking smack

Consequences the game reacts

With a pain attack

Trim the fat

Go the distance the Bizkit back

You get no slack

Spray the gat

Pack the clip with the riff attack

Fade the black

You’re feeling like you’re 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

Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche Bag

Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche Bag

Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up

Douche Bag

Imma 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 crying cause you ain’t got milk

Got nothing to spill while this mic’s on tilt

You’re feeling like you’re 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

What’s with this talk and no play

(Talk and no play)

There ain’t nothing left to say

(Nothing left to say)

Lie in that bed that you made

(Lie in that bed that you made)

After we blow you away

(After we blow you away)

What’s with this talk and no play

(Talk and no play)

There ain’t nothing left to say

(Nothing left to say)

Lie in that bed that you made

(Lie in that bed that you made)

After we blow you away