Limp Bizkit

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