I f*ckin' hate Limp Bizkit (me too)
That's good, I got somethin' we can do
(Grate 'em?) Yeah, shred 'em like cheese
(Dope, 'cause I f*ckin' hate 'em)
Please, that motherf*cker 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'll ever be
(Hah, sure as f*ck 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 f*ckin' lame)
That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don't give a f*ck)
From what I see
You always do
That motherf*cker Fred Durst
Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt
(Hah, 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)
Hm, 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck)
From what I see
You always do
Love the Hate Video (MV)
Performed By: Limp Bizkit
From Album: Still Sucks
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Year: 2021
Limp Bizkit - Love the Hate Lyrics
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English
I f*ckin' hate Limp Bizkit (me too)
That's good, I got somethin' we can do
(Grate 'em?) Yeah, shred 'em like cheese
(Dope, 'cause I f*ckin' hate 'em)
Please, that motherf*cker 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'll ever be
(Hah, sure as f*ck 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 f*ckin' lame)
That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don't give a f*ck)
From what I see
You always do
That motherf*cker Fred Durst
Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt
(Hah, 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)
Hm, 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck)
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 f*ckin' hate 'em)
Please, that motherf*cker 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'll ever be
(Hah, sure as f*ck 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 f*ckin' lame)
That's why we friends, dawg, we feel the same
Joke's on you
You missed one clue (we don't give a f*ck)
From what I see
You always do
That motherf*cker Fred Durst
Is like a Fred-ache, makes my head hurt
(Hah, 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)
Hm, 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck)
From what I see
You always do
Writer: Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
