Stuck Lyrics - Three Dollar Bill Y'all - 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-yard 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 my 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 through 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 make a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting 

Woah, 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, got your brain on my green again 

Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so 

Stuck 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, but now I'm just Super Fly 

Bound for the boundaries, no limit G 

Phat ass rythems 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 

You wanna play that game bitch 

You make a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting 

Boy you wanna play that game bitch 

You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting 

You're bad luck, you're so, stuck 

Stuck deep down in that hole again 

Stuck, got your brain on my green again 

Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so 

Stuck you don't even know 

Aw yeah, ain't nuttin' like a greedy bitch 

Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that greed 

Yeah, yeah all I know, all I know, yeah 

Is 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 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, 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 that ass that I'm blasting 

Stuck on yourself you whore 

You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting 

You're bad luck, you're so, stuck 

Stuck deep down in that hole again 

Stuck, 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