Stuck lyrics

Psycho female blowing 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!

• Artist:Limp Bizkit
• Album:Three Dollar Bill, Y'all (1997)