Limp Bizkit - Cowgirls From Hell

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Fire it up!
C`mon.

Fire it up!
Fire it up!
C`mon.

Good news the sky is fallin,
UFO`s with stereos,
They keep on callin Freddy D and,
Tellin me I need to be in Clevland.
Wait a minute! One suggestion,
Go to Portland, look at breasts and,
All around the world in 3 minutes
These aliens never seem to get it.
Huh? I`m dreamin, wake me up and,
Beam me up, cause I`m red to go.
Gimmie cow girls, gimmie spaceships,
Gimmie powers, like The Matrix.
Oh my god, I lost my direction,
Anime girls, my collection.
All this time, I`ve been paying dues.
And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C`mon.

Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3

Oh no! There`s a cop at the door and he
wanna stop all the mosh from the floo.
Whoa! They wanna keep me in line,
so I freak me a rhyme for your mind,
then I`m dressed to kill.
Whoa! Gas chamber, take it slow and,
Grab your partner, Dosey-Doe and,
Be my guest with, the young and restless.
B-I-Z-K-I-T all day.
Dr. Evil, the chief inspector.
Hannibal Lecter, he`s my cousin.
At least a dozen, aliens are inside my oven.
Eyes are buggin.
Tyler Durden just left a message.
But rock and hip hop, I`m all your left with.
And all this time, I`ve been paying dues.
And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C`mon.

Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3

C`mon. Fire it up! yee-ha x3
Fire it up! C`mon.

Gimmie one one.
Gimmie two two.
Gimmie three three.
Gimmie four four.
Gimmie five five.
Why you squeeling like a what? Like a pig.
Weeeee (whole x4)

All the cowgirls say: Giddeyup Giddeyup.
Let`s try it cowgirls. C`mon.
Giddeyup Giddeyup.
And all the cowboys say: Fire it up!
Let`s try it cowboys.
Fire it up!

Cowgirls: Giddeyup Giddeyup x3

Aight Now

Cowboys: Fire it up! x3

Go ahead call the law, quickdraw.
Lockin up on your jaw, limpdawg.
In the form of a gorilla, forrilla.
Better known as a backstreet killa.
High speed. Ride the lightning.
Ladies dance, with no underpants.
Cause I`m living low, my flow on your creep,
And I`m a vampire startin fires in the street.
huh? Pulp Fiction, microchip in-side my lip and, I`m red to go.
So outragious, it`s contagious.
Teleport me, back to Vegas.
Angelina, the perfect form.
I`m the panty sniffer.
The Perfect Storm.
And all this time,
I`ve been paying dues, And speaking my mind,
ya got nothing to lose, C`mon.

Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3

C`mon.

Fire it up! yee-ha x3
Fire it up! C`mon.

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