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Limp Bizkit

Gold Cobra

 

Gold Cobra

(album: Gold Cobra - 2011)


Yeah, ah, check this!
Kid (come on!)
Check this! (Fuck you!)

Waking up, aggravated
Stupid shit, man, I hate it
Bitches lying, bitches crying
Suicidal, get in line
Getting mine, bouncing freaks
Losing sleep, counting sheep
Absolute, cash and loot
Man in black, packing heat
Born and blazing, rotten raising
Fingers up, time to wave 'em
Show these players playing
That they better get their ass to praying
They won't be nothing but dice
After the cutting, I'm gutting 'em
Like a fish, they're gonna wish
They never pushed my button

The door is shutting and a knock will do you no good
You're getting nothing 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 gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra

Oh, that's right!
Yeah, that's right! (shut the fuck up!)

Feeling Korn, going blind
Free as hell, doing time
I'm insane, can't complain
Flush you turds down the drain
Down the hatch, throwing craps
Throwing matches on the gas
Check the math, check the wheels
Check the ride, pay the bills
Burning miles, harder smile
If you're feeling versatile
Verses wild, flipping bitches
Grinding trucks, skating ditches
Hating hard, but hardly hating
Knife and slice your shit like bacon
Sick and tired, you is fired
I'm the truth, and you's the liar

The door is shutting and a knock will do you no good
You're getting nothing 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 gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra

Oh yeah, listen what I'm telling you (I'm telling you)
There's only one king on this hill, it sure as hell ain't you
Oh yeah, listen what I'm telling you (I'm telling you)
There's only one king on this hill, it sure as hell ain't you (yeah!)

Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra
Holding the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all, Golden Cobra

done

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