Limp Bizkit - Gold Cobra: lyrics de la chanson

Wakin' up aggravated stupid shit
Man I hate it
Bitches lyin', bitches cryin'
Suicidal get in line
Gettin' mine
Bouncin' freaks
Lousin' sleep countin' sheep
Absolute cash and loot
Man in black packin' heat
Born and blazin' rotten
Raisin' fingers up
Time to wave'm
Show these players playin'
That they better get their ass to prayin'
They won't be nothin' but dice
After the cuttin'
And I'm guttin'em like a fish
They're gonna wish
They never pushed my button

The door is shuttin and a knock'll
Do ya no good
You're gettin' nothin'
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 of y'all people think
Holding the gold, it's so gold, it's so golden y'all golden cobra

Feelin' korn goin' 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 math check the wheels
Check the ride pay the bill
Burnin' miles
Harder smile
If you're feelin' versatile
Verses wild
Flippin' bitches
Grindin' trucks
Skatin' ditches
Hatin' hard but hardly hatin'
Knife and slice your shit like bacon
Sick and tired
You're fired
I'm the truth you's the liar

The door is shuttin and a knock'll
Do ya no good
You're gettin' nothin'
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 of y'all people think
Holding the gold, it's so gold, it's so golden y'all golden cobra

Oh, yeah listen what i'm tellin' you
There's only one king on this hill
It sure as hell
Ain't you