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Limp Bizkit - Douche Bag [Gold Cobra 2011 HD-HQ]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Composer
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Composer
John Otto
John Otto
Composer
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One for the trouble
Two for the bass
Three to get ready
Let's rock this place
Yeah, get up, check one
[Verse 2]
Hooded black, droppin' vengeance
Upon your back 'cause you ain't jack
Talkin' smack, consequences
The game reacts with pain attack
[Verse 3]
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 back
[Verse 4]
Pack the clip with the riff attack
You're feelin' like you're really that invincible
Reality will leave you feelin' terrible
This moment is past the point of critical
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
[Verse 5]
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
[Verse 6]
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
[Verse 7]
What's the problem, you got problems?
You ain't see, to got the brain to solve them
Bring the horror, I ain't scared
You's about scary as a freak at a fair
[Verse 8]
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's on tilt
[Verse 9]
You're feelin' like you're really that invincible
Reality will leave you feelin' terrible
This moment is past the point of critical
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
[Verse 10]
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
[Verse 11]
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
[Verse 12]
What's with this talk and no play?
(Talk and no play)
There ain't nothin' left to say
(Nothin' 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)
[Verse 13]
What's with this talk and no play?
(Talk and no play)
There ain't nothin' left to say
(Nothin' left to say)
Lie in that bed that you made
(Lie in that bed that you made)
After we blow you away
[Verse 14]
Douche bag (I'ma fuck you up)
(I'ma fuck you up)
Douche bag (I'ma fuck you up)
(I'ma fuck you up)
[Verse 15]
Douche bag (I'ma fuck you up)
I'ma fuck you up (I'ma fuck you up)
I'ma fuck you up (I'ma fuck you up)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
[Verse 16]
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
[Verse 17]
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Douche bag, I'ma fuck you up
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
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