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 [bad word] quick, [bad word] fast 
I’ma drop a match in ya gas BOOM 
Every hit don’t lie, pitch you a fit when your [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
Oh what [bad word]  like a million women 
Sour on the [bad word] 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 with a dolla bill 3
All ya g’s with the fleas c’mon please don’t lie [bad word] 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