Why try

LETRA

Why try

Why Try (Limp Bizkit, The Gold Cobra)

Oh no guess who’s back,
trapped with the flow like a gatlin blow
walk with the limp, it’s the pirate pimp
on the nightman track with the smack down gold
stuck with the psycho white bread hybrid,
getting plucked from your island, get that?
ya’ll better come quick, better come fast
imma 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, tres in your face
catch me a case when you run from the dose
with a cut in the clip, one little slip
the alligator grip gonna turn you to toast

So why try, you 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

Why try, you 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’re done with the sleep
this one ought to do it, so step it on back
where you’ll seeing stars when you’re knocked down flat
imma tell you somethin you prolly 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 imma 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 home what a rush

like a million women,
maybe i’m explicit
but man it’s just the bizkit
havin me some fun with your dumb little chicklets
you know who you are
you insecure gorillas
the underdog (?) navigate your (?)

So why try, you 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

Why try, you 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

Imma rock it like some TNT
blow it up like a G with a dollar bill 3
all the G’s on your fleas don’t lie
f*** with me and you’ll fry
oh yeah

Imma rock it like some TNT
blow it up like a G with a dollar bill 3
all the G’s on your fleas don’t lie
f*** with me and you’ll fry

So why try, you 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

Why try, you 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