Love the Hate Songtext
von Limp Bizkit
Love the Hate Songtext
I fuckin′ hate Limp Bizkit (me too)
That's good, I got somethin′ we can do
(Grate 'em?) Yeah, shred 'em like cheese
Dope, ′cause I fuckin′ hate 'em (please)
That motherfucker Fred Durst
Looks like he fell out his mom′s face first
Yeah, you're tellin′ me, he's got no swag
His raps suck like a vacuum bag (damn)
That′s what's up, my G
He the worst white rapper that there'll ever be
Sure as fuck ain′t no Eminem
Looks like he′s got Drake's pubes on his chin
Yeah, he′s a punk, punk-ass bitch
You won't ever catch me listenin′ to any of his shit
I don't blame you, they′re fuckin' lame
That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same
Joke′s on you
You missed one clue (we don′t give a fuck)
From what I see
You always do
That motherfucker Fred Durst
Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt
Haha, my whole damn body aches
Every time I listen to 'em I start to shake
Wait, wait a goddamn minute
You tellin′ me that you listen to that shit?
I mean, not really, I mean not now
But back when I was a kid (hmm)
I don't know, dude
I′m startin' to feel like I barely know you
But, but, dude, I was just a kid
I didn′t think too much about the things I liked
Things you liked? (Yeah)
How 'bout I beat your fuckin' ass to tomorrow night?
Hold up, dawg, I don′t get it, we tryna fight?
You′re goddamn right
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don′t give a fuck)
From what I see
You always do
That's good, I got somethin′ we can do
(Grate 'em?) Yeah, shred 'em like cheese
Dope, ′cause I fuckin′ hate 'em (please)
That motherfucker Fred Durst
Looks like he fell out his mom′s face first
Yeah, you're tellin′ me, he's got no swag
His raps suck like a vacuum bag (damn)
That′s what's up, my G
He the worst white rapper that there'll ever be
Sure as fuck ain′t no Eminem
Looks like he′s got Drake's pubes on his chin
Yeah, he′s a punk, punk-ass bitch
You won't ever catch me listenin′ to any of his shit
I don't blame you, they′re fuckin' lame
That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same
Joke′s on you
You missed one clue (we don′t give a fuck)
From what I see
You always do
That motherfucker Fred Durst
Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt
Haha, my whole damn body aches
Every time I listen to 'em I start to shake
Wait, wait a goddamn minute
You tellin′ me that you listen to that shit?
I mean, not really, I mean not now
But back when I was a kid (hmm)
I don't know, dude
I′m startin' to feel like I barely know you
But, but, dude, I was just a kid
I didn′t think too much about the things I liked
Things you liked? (Yeah)
How 'bout I beat your fuckin' ass to tomorrow night?
Hold up, dawg, I don′t get it, we tryna fight?
You′re goddamn right
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don′t give a fuck)
From what I see
You always do
Writer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com