Limp Bizkit – Stuck scritto da admin 18 Gennaio 2016 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 trampn 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 bitch You take a dash for my cash It’s your ass that I’m blasting Boy you wanna 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 ’80s 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 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 Indeed I am, I am indeed hostile When it comes to greed Aw yeah, ain’t nutin’ like a greedy bitch Diggin’, diggin’, diggin’, diggin’, Diggin’ so deep for that green All I know, all I know That you must be fucked 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 Why, why you gotta be like that Why, why you wanna be like that Why the fuck you wanna be like that Why, why you gotta be like that Why the fuck 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 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 beyatch (don’t fuck with us)