Oh no! Guess who's back... Strapped with the flow like a gatlin blow Walk with a limp it's the pirate pimp On a nightmare track (with a stack of gold?) Stuck like a psycho white bred hybrid Ninnies? gets plucked from your eye lid Get that? yall better come quick, better come fast I'ma drop a match in ya 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, trace of ya face, Catch me a case when you run from the ghost With a cup and a click one little slip the alligator grip gonna turn you to toast
So why try, if ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the crime one more sucka emcee gonna fry So why try, if ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the crime one more sucka emcee gonna fry
Round 2, stagger to your feet homies in ya corner thought ya done went to sleep this one oughta do it, so step it on back Or you can see the stars when ya knocked out flat I'ma tell ya something ya probably never knew Tangle with the lion you gonna end up in the zoo Check out all ya crew lookin in my cage It's feedin time playa I'ma eat you like a plague Times are gettin tough but I aint had enough this heavy metal beatin' on ya brain is gonna crush Oh what a rush, like a million women Sour on the crush with all of you lemons Maybe I'm a twisted but man it's just the bizkit Having me some fun with you dumb little tricklets you know who you are, you insecure gorillas the underdog freddy d now became ya killa
So why try, if ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the crime one more sucka emcee gonna fry So why try, if ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the crime one more sucka emcee gonna fry
I'ma rock it like some tnt blow it up like a G with a dolla bill 3 All ya g's with the fleas c'mon please don't lie fuck with me and you'll fry
So why try, if ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the crime one more sucka emcee gonna fry So why try, if ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the crime one more sucka emcee gonna fry
Compositor: Fred And Wes BorlandPublicado em 2010ECAD verificado fonograma #2341141 em 24/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM