Press Your Luck

Limp Bizkit

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Here we go!
Bring it on!
(Wooah!)

I'm freddy number one limpdawg
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 this old school funk
Keepin bass line sticky like I buy you skunk
Five more seconds till this shit takes off
Best buckle up before your shit gets tossed

Chorus:
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up (Eeeh)
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up (Wooah)


Oh my god its the cops at the door
They wanna stop all the mosh on the floor
They wanna keep me in line so I break me a rhyme for your mind and I'm dressed to kill
Livin low with my flow I'm a creep I'm a vampire startin fires in the street
Like a snake sneaking up in the grass with the beat you can blask takin chunks out your ass

Chorus:
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up (Eeeh)
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up (Whooa)

All around ...
The world ...
You know me ...
All around ...
The world ...
We know you...

All you mcs wakin up from a nap
Better fix a target on my red ball cap
And if you aint got 20/20 on your sight
Meet me at the show Il be rockin all night
Better bring a friend and a girlie if you got it
We sure could use a pass to my backstage party
Now I'm outta line and I like it like that
Just another fool on the limpdawgs track

All around ...
The world ...
You know me ...
All around ...
The world ...
We know you...

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God... it's the cops here again
And they wanna lock a dog in a pen
They wanna try to control how we rock and we roll cos they know I'm a fugitive
On the run is my mic like a gun and I use the stage to release all my rage
Gimme one gimme two gimme three gimme Britney and I rock it like a G

Chorus:
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up (Eeeh)
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up (Whooa) (2x)

All around ...
The world ...
You know me ...
All around ...
The world ...
We know you... (2x)