Limp Bizkit New Song- Why Try Bizkit como el de antes !!

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 get plucked from your eyelid.
Get that?
Ya'll better come quick, better come fast.
I'ma drop a match in your 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 your gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky.
With all the hate I relate to the cry.
One more sucka emcee gonna fry.

So why try, if your gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky.
With all the hate I relate to the cry.
One more sucka emcee gonna fry.

Round two, stagger to your feet.
Homies in your corner thought you done; went to sleep.
This one ought to do it, so step it on back,
Or you can see the stars when you're knocked out flat.
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 lookin' in my cage.
It's feedin time playa, I'ma eat you like a 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 women.
Sour on the crush with all of you lemons.
Maybe I'm a 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 Freddy D now became your killa.

So why try, if your gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky.
With all the hate I relate to the cry.
One more sucka emcee gonna fry.

So why try, if your gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky.
With all the hate I relate to the cry.
One more sucka emcee gonna fry.

I'mma rock it like some TNT.
Blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three.
All your G's with the fleas, c'mon please don't lie.
Fuck with me and you'll fry.

I'mma rock it like some TNT.
Blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three.
All your G's with the fleas, c'mon please don't lie.
Fuck with me and you'll fry.

So why try, if your gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky.
With all the hate I relate to the cry.
One more sucka emcee gonna fry.

So why try, if your gonna die?
You're going straight to the gate in the sky.
With all the hate I relate to the cry.
One more sucka emcee gonna fry.