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Limp Bizkit

Phsyco female blowin' up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck

And now you duck,duck goose, I'm lettin loose
With the thirty odd freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness

You and all your tactics
Jones in for my cash
Got to make them pockets super phat
Hey I'm a humble man

Kicking out the jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business
I get payed to take the microphone and slay the stage

Stay away from all the bros in my band
And all the fans and
All my friends is when the cash is coming in
Or I'll be slammin them balls to the wall

With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed

Planted on this earth motivated by greed

[Chorus]
You want to play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you want to play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my Green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't Even know

All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories

That I really miss when I reminisce
Rocking back in the '80's live
My attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot, now I'm just super fly

Bound for the boundaries
No limits G
Phat ass rhymes driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket

Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin cause I'm hostile labeled by my profile
In deed I am I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed

[Chorus]

Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin'. diggin', diggin' so deep for that greed
Yeah, yeah, all I know, all I know, yeah, that you must be fucked up
In that

Head, yeah
I got a little problem, just one question, beyotch
Why, why you want to be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that

You want to be like that
Why, why you want to be like that - 2x
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you want to be like that, why the fuck you want to be like that

Why, why you gotta be like that, why the fuck you want to be like that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you want to be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you fucking whore

Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting

You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my
Green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't

Even know
Live on tape biatch, don't fuck with us
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Written by DURST, WILLIAM FREDERICK / OTTO, JOHN EVERETT / RIVERS, SAMUEL ROBERT / BORLAND, WESLEY LOUDEN
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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