During college and after heavily enjoying Limp Bizkit's Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water, I declared in one of my classes that it was the best album I've owned so far. A lot of things have happened after that expanded my musical horizons. Fred Durst and Co. were overthrown by Incubus and other bands since, but I've enjoyed their music every chance I get to.
I recently listened to at least 1st half of this album when I walked from Ayala Avenue towards the office. The walk gives me time to do some exercise, think and listen to music. Music that I might have missed with the busy schedule. I like how these 2 songs come after the other.
Bring It Back has great riffage and timing. I like the club-music like cadence and the way how they switch between the verse and chorus.
Gold Cobra is a classic Bizkit track. I really like the guitar harmonic's on this record.
I'm not and would never be embarrassed about liking and appreciating these songs at this day and age. As Fred Durst says "I don't give a fuck what none of y'all people think".
Bring It Back
Oh, let me hit that, let me get that party song.
Let me turn this place into another motherfuckin' danger zone.
Oh, where the good ones? Where the good ones at right now yo?
We gonna talk this shit till we got this bitch rockin' on the rockship, no shit.
No hell, no way, I'm gonna chop this rock like blocks of clay.
I'm gonna sink your ship so fast, one blast, don't ask, your ass is grass.
No red no green, Imma paint this black and crack your spleen.
Commin' stright from the dark Imma shark, Imma rip your shit like a slasher scene.
Gimmie the racket for the brain.
Gimmie the funky (fuckin' maybe?) shit to make the people go insane.
Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track.
Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back.
BRING IT BACK!
Gimmie the racket for the brain.
Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane.
Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track.
Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back.
BRING IT BACK!
Remember all them 90's things, them 90's hits we laced like this.
Commin' to you live 2012 and hell there's still not shit like this.
We still rain the blood in the club like slayer flip it up like Limp Bizkit.
Tie you up to electric chairs and roast yours guts like nuts on Christmas.
Never worry if anybody gonna like me.
Don't give a damn if anybody give a fuck.
I'm gonna say what I want you can look it up.
Wikipedia probley gonna fuck it up.
I don't give a damn, cuz its on.
Most people never last this long.
Most people never find a way but we gonna rock this motherfucker all night long.
Gimmie the racket for the brain.
Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane.
Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track.
Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back.
BRING IT BACK!
Let me turn this place into another motherfuckin' danger zone.
Oh, where the good ones? Where the good ones at right now yo?
We gonna talk this shit till we got this bitch rockin' on the rockship, no shit.
No hell, no way, I'm gonna chop this rock like blocks of clay.
I'm gonna sink your ship so fast, one blast, don't ask, your ass is grass.
No red no green, Imma paint this black and crack your spleen.
Commin' stright from the dark Imma shark, Imma rip your shit like a slasher scene.
Gimmie the racket for the brain.
Gimmie the funky (fuckin' maybe?) shit to make the people go insane.
Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track.
Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back.
BRING IT BACK!
Gimmie the racket for the brain.
Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane.
Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track.
Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back.
BRING IT BACK!
Remember all them 90's things, them 90's hits we laced like this.
Commin' to you live 2012 and hell there's still not shit like this.
We still rain the blood in the club like slayer flip it up like Limp Bizkit.
Tie you up to electric chairs and roast yours guts like nuts on Christmas.
Never worry if anybody gonna like me.
Don't give a damn if anybody give a fuck.
I'm gonna say what I want you can look it up.
Wikipedia probley gonna fuck it up.
I don't give a damn, cuz its on.
Most people never last this long.
Most people never find a way but we gonna rock this motherfucker all night long.
Gimmie the racket for the brain.
Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane.
Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track.
Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back.
BRING IT BACK!
Gold Cobra
Yeah, Who's the champ? Yeah.
C'mon, check this:
Wakin up aggravated, stupid Shit, man I hate it
Bitches lyin, bitches cryin,suicidal, get in line
Gettin mine, bouncin freaks, losin sleep, countin sheep
Absolute, cash and loot, men in black packin heat
Born and blazin rotten raisin fingers up time ta wave'm
Show these playas playin that they better get their ass to prayin
There will be nothin but dice after the cuttin' I'm guttin em
Like a fish they're gonna wish they never pushed my button
The door's shuttin and a knock will do you no good
You're gettin nothin while I rock here in Hollywood
I'll tell ya somethin else you can take it to the bank
I don't give a fuck what none of y'all people think
Holdin the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Oh, Uh, That's right, yeah (shut the fuck up!) that's right
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 bills
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 is fired, I'm the truth and yous the liar
The door's shuttin and a knock will do you no good
You're gettin nothin while I rock here in Hollywood
I'll tell ya somethin else you can take it to the bank
I don't give a fuck what none of y'all people think
Holdin the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
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
Holdin the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
C'mon, check this:
Wakin up aggravated, stupid Shit, man I hate it
Bitches lyin, bitches cryin,suicidal, get in line
Gettin mine, bouncin freaks, losin sleep, countin sheep
Absolute, cash and loot, men in black packin heat
Born and blazin rotten raisin fingers up time ta wave'm
Show these playas playin that they better get their ass to prayin
There will be nothin but dice after the cuttin' I'm guttin em
Like a fish they're gonna wish they never pushed my button
The door's shuttin and a knock will do you no good
You're gettin nothin while I rock here in Hollywood
I'll tell ya somethin else you can take it to the bank
I don't give a fuck what none of y'all people think
Holdin the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Oh, Uh, That's right, yeah (shut the fuck up!) that's right
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 bills
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 is fired, I'm the truth and yous the liar
The door's shuttin and a knock will do you no good
You're gettin nothin while I rock here in Hollywood
I'll tell ya somethin else you can take it to the bank
I don't give a fuck what none of y'all people think
Holdin the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
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
Holdin the gold it's so gold it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
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