Limp Bizkit

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