Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Komponist:in
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Komponist:in
John Otto
John Otto
Komponist:in
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Oh no, guess who's back?
Strapped to the flow like a Gatlin blow
Walk with a limp it's the pirate pimp
Or a nightmare track with it snagged down low
[Verse 2]
Stuck with a psycho, white bred hybrid
Ninnies get plucked from your eyelid
Get that, y'all better come quick,
Better come fast
I'm a drop a match in ya gas
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Uno dos tres in your 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
[Verse 5]
So why try, if you're gonna die
You're going straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucker MC gonna fry
Why try, if you gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate, I relate to the crime
One more sucker, MC gonna fry
[Verse 6]
Round two, stagger to your feet
Homies in ya corner though you done with the sleep
This one oughta do it, so step in on back
Or you'll be seeing stars when you're knocked out flat
[Verse 7]
I'ma tell you something you probably never knew
Tangle with the lion you gonna end up in the zoo
Check out all your crew looking in my cage
It's feeding time player, I'ma eat you like a plague
[Verse 8]
Time's are getting tough but I ain't had enough
This heavy metal beating on ya brain is gonna crush
Oh what rush, like a million women
Naked by the pool, but there ain't nobody swimming
[Verse 9]
Maybe I'm a twisted, but man, it's just a bizkit
Having me some fun with your dumb little tricklets
You know who you are, you insecure gorillas
The underdog Freddy D now became ya killer
[Verse 10]
So why try, if you're gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucker MC gonna fry
Why try, if you gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucker, MC gonna fry
[Verse 11]
I'ma rock it like some TNT
Blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three
All ya G's with the fleas, come on please
Don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry, yeah
[Verse 12]
I'ma rock it like some TNT
Blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three
All ya G's with the fleas, come on please
Don't lie fuck with me and you'll fry, yeah
[Verse 13]
So why try, if you're gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucker MC gonna fry
Why try, if you gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucker MC gonna fry
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers, Wes Borland
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