Limp Bizkit - Stuck lyrics

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 letting loose
With the 30-ought freestyle labeled
Hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesing for my cash
Got to make them pockets super fat
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 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 when the cash is coming in
Or I'll be slamming them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh to 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! 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 80s
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
Fat 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

You wanna play that game, bitch!?
You take 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 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!

Aw yeah, ain't nothin' like a greedy bitch
Digging, digging, digging, digging
Digging so deep for that green (yeah)
(yeah) all I know, all I know (yeah)
That you must be fucked up in the head
I got a little problem, just one question
Biatch 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, 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!

Live on tape, bitch! Don't fuck with us!