Limp Bizkit Gold Cobra Lyrics

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Waking up aggravated
Stupid **** man I hate it
*****es lyin' *****es cryin'
Suicidal get in line
Gettin' mine bouncin' freaks
Loosing sleep countin' sheep
Absolute cash and loot
Men in black packin' heat

Born and blazin' rotten raisin'
Fingers up time to waive 'em
Show these players playin' that
They better get there *** to prayin'
There won't be nuttin' but dice
After the cut in the gut
I am not like 'em there 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 **** what
None of y'all people think

[Repeat: x4]
Holdin' the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden cobra

Uh, that's right
Yeah, that's right
(Shut the **** up)

Feelin' Korn going blind
Free as hell doin' time
I'm insane can't complain
Flush you turds down the drain
Down the hatch throwin' craps
Throwin' matches on the gas
Check the match check the will
Check the ride payin bills

Burnin' mouths wanna smile
If you're feelin' versatile
Versus while flippin' *****es
Grindin' trucks skatin' ditches
Hatin' all the Harley hatin'
Knife is slicin' **** 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 somethin' else
You can take it to the bank
I don't give a **** what
None of y'all people think

[Repeat: x4]
Holdin' the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden cobra

[Repeat: x2]
Oh yeah listen what I'm tellin' you
(I'm tellin' you)
There's only one king on this hill
It sure as hell ain't you

Yeah

[Repeat: x4]
Holdin' the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden cobra

Written by: John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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