Press Your Luck Limp Bizkit

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[Intro]
Here we go
Bring it on
Hoo-ah!

[Verse 1]
I'm Fred D., number one limp dog
Alien night train layin' down the law
All around the world everybody wanna see
My five knuckle grip on this M-I-C
Weavin' in and out with that old school funk
Keep the bass line sticky like a bayou swamp
Five more seconds 'til this shit takes off
Best buckle up before your shit gets tossed

[Chorus]
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up (Hey, hey)
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up (Hoo-ah!)

[Verse 2]
Oh my God, it's the cops at the door, and they
Wanna stop all the mosh on the floor
They wanna keep me in line
So I freak me a rhyme for your mind and I'm dressed to kill
Livin' low with my flow on the creep, I'm a
Vampire startin' fires in the street
Like a snake sneakin' up in the grass
With the beat you can blast takin' chunks out your ass

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