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    Limp Bizkit Stuck текст песни

    Stuck

    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
    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 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 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 ’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 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 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 beyotch, don’t fuck with us



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