Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why Try, artist - Limp Bizkit. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why Try |
| Oh no, guess who’s back |
| Strapped with the flow like a Gatling blow |
| Walk with the limp it’s the pirate pimp |
| On a nightmare track where the smackdown goes |
| Struck with the psycho, white bread, hybrid |
| Pennies get plucked from your eyelids, get that |
| Y’all better come quick, better come fast |
| I’m a drop a match in the 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 tres in your face |
| Catch me a case when you run from the ghost |
| With a cut in the clip one little slip |
| The alligator grip gonna turn you to toast |
| So WHY TRY, you’re gonna die |
| You’re going straight to the gate in the sky |
| With all the hate I relate to the cry |
| One more sucker mc gonna fry |
| Round two, stagger to your feet |
| Homies in your corner thought you’d done went to sleep |
| This one ought to do it, so step it on back |
| Or you’ll be seeing stars when you’re knocked out flat |
| I’m a tell you something you probably never knew |
| Tangle with the lion you’re gonna end up in the zoo |
| Check out all your crew |
| Looking in my cage |
| It’s feedin' time playa I’m a eat you like the 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 woman |
| Sour on the crush with all of you lemons |
| Maybe I’m 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 Freddee D now became your killa |
| I’m a rock it like some TNT |
| Blow it up like a g with the dollar bill three |
| All the cheese on you fleas gonna freeze don’t lie |
| Fuck with me and you’ll fry, ooo yeah |
| I’m a rock it like some TNT |
| Blow it up like a g with the dollar bill three |
| All the cheese on you fleas gonna freeze don’t lie |
| Fuck with me and you’ll fry |