Durst to Durst: A weekly dose of Limp Bizkit wisdom, insults and deep thoughts

When I was 13 or 14 this guy who followed the cool kids around made fun of me for not knowing who Limp Bizkit. Ten or so years later and the ironing is delicious.  But The Bizkit were hot property around that time and most people my age went through a phase of liking them. For me they were like Korn, with some wiggers instead of gangly weirdos, Borland excluded.

They released a few more albums, one had ‘the’ at the start of all the songs or something like that, but they were a passing teenage fad. Then my housemate introduced me to Golden Cobra, which he assured me had all the terrible lyrics and catchy choruses of Bizkit of old..

It’s (entirely) possible that people will miss out on some of the lyrical gems in this album, so I’m going to put some up each week. They’re cheap lols. I’m macing the advice animal style for this, but I’ve no catchy title for it..

So yes, from the song Douchbag, which I’ll be returning to comes the brilliant ‘you just cryin’ cos you aint got milk, got nothin’ to spill’. Deep burn. Ah Deep Burn Durst, that’ll work? Or Douche Chill Durst...