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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Composer
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Composer
John Otto
John Otto
Composer
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Producer

Lyrics

Oh no, guess who's back Strapped with the flow like a Gatling blow Walk with the Limp, it's the pirate pimp On a nightmare track where the smack down goes Struck with the psycho, white bread, hybrid Pennies get plucked from your eyelids, get that Y'all better come quick, better come fast I'm a drop a match in the gas, boom Every hit don't lie Pitch you a fit when your shit don't fly Eat you alive, got that punk Spit this fire to the Bizkit funk Uno, dos, tres in your face Catch me a case when you run from the ghost With a cut in the clip, one little slip The alligator grip gonna turn you to toast So why try? You're gonna die You're going straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate, I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try? You're gonna die You're going straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Round two, stagger to your feet Homies in your corner thought you'd done went to sleep This one ought to do it, so step it on back Or you'll be seeing stars when you're knocked out flat I'ma tell you something you probably never knew Tangle with the lion, you gon' end up in the zoo Check out all your crew, looking in my cage It's feedin' time playa, I'ma eat you like the plague Times are gettin' tough but I ain't had enough This heavy metal beatin' on your brain is gonna crush Oh, what a rush like a million woman Sour on the crush with all of you lemons Maybe I'm explicit, but man it's just the Bizkit Having me some fun with you dumb little chicklets You know who you are, you insecure gorillas The underdog Freddee D now became your killa So why try? You're gonna die You're going straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try? You're gonna die You're going straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry I'ma rock it like some TNT Blow it up like a G with the dollar bill three All the cheese on you fleas gonna freeze, don't lie Fuck with me and you'll fry, oh yeah I'ma rock it like some TNT Blow it up like a G with the dollar bill three All the cheese on you fleas gonna freeze don't lie Fuck with me and you'll fry So why try? You're gonna die You're going straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try? You're gonna die You're going straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry
Writer(s): William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, John Everett Otto, Sam Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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