Douche Bag

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 [Hook] 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 seen 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 go 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 [Hook] 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 [Hook] x2