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Limp Bizkit – 3. Gold Cobra (V)
Wakin up aggravated
Stupid shit man I hate it
Bitches lyin bitches cryin
Suicidal get in line
Gettin mine bouncin freaks
Loosin sleep countin sheep
Absolute cash and loot
Men in black packin heat
Born n blazin rotten raisin
Fingers up time to waive em
Show these players playin that they better get their ass to prayin
There won’t be nuttin but dice after the cut I’m guttin em like a fish they're gonna wish they never pushed my button

The door is shuttin and a knife will do you no good
You gettin nuttin while I rock here in Hollywood
I'll tell you somethin else you can take it to the bank
I don’t give a fuck what none y'all people think

Holdin the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y'all Golden Cobra (X4)

Feelin Korn going blind
Free as hell doin time
I'm insane can't complain
Flush you turds down the drain
Down the hatch thrown craps
Thrown matches on the gas
Check the match(?) check the wheels
Check the ride payin bills
Burnin mouths wanna smile
If you're feelin versatile
Versus why flippin bitches
Grindin trucks skatin ditches
Hatin all the Harley hatin knife is slicin shit like bacon
Sick and tired you is fired
I’m the truth and you's the liar

The door is shuttin and a knife will do you no good
You gettin nuttin while I rock here in Hollywood
I'll tell you something else you can take it to the bank
I don’t give a fuck what none y'all people think

Holdin the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y'all Golden Cobra (X4)

Oh ya, listen what I'm tellin you (I’m tellin you)
There’s only one king on this hill it sure as hell aint you (X2)

Holdin the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y'all Golden Cobra (X4)

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