Stuck lyrics

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LIMP BIZKIT lyrics : "Stuck"

Psycho 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
Jonesin 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 paid 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
You wanna play that game (*##$

You take a dash for my cash, it's your $$# that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game (*##$
You take a dash for my cash, it's your $$# 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 $$# rhythms 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
You wanna play that game (*##$

You take a dash for my cash, it's your $$# that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game (*##$
You take a dash for my cash, it's your $$# 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
Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy (*##$

Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that
green
All I know, all I know, that you must be $#[email protected] up in that

head
I got a little problem, just one question, beyatch
Why, why you wanna be like that

Why, why you gotta be like that
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that - [2x]

Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that, why the $#[email protected] you wanna be like
that

Why, why you gotta be like that, why the $#[email protected] you wanna be like
that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be

Why, why, why, you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you $#[email protected] [email protected]^%
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash, it's your $$# that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you [email protected]^%

You take a dash for my cash, it's your $$# 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 beyatch, don't $#[email protected] with us

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Writer(s): John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland
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