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    • Тексты песен / L / Limb Bizkit / Why Try

    Текст песни Limb Bizkit - Why Try

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Limb Bizkit - Why Try, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    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

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